Walking down the hall my knees are weak...an unwelcome byproduct of my vintage and encounters with girls like Cherry.
Outside summer helps me back into my wheelchair.
Hmm.. Twilight. Is seems almost too cliche of a metaphor to use to describe my age.
Cherry has been with summer for a long time. At least back to her bamboo days. Such is the drawing power of a good boss..yet this seems to be the first encounter I've had work her. Perhaps in a line-up she is not one i would choose based purely upon facial features alone. Pretty? Some would say so. Cute? I'm sure some would definite it as such. For me, well, not my style. She does however possess a body many would call decidedly wicked. Definitely. The body of a model, designed by a man.
In the dimly lit room, her hard massage is too soft for my washing board back. It is however soothing and relaxing none the less.
Where was all the flare and sparks i was promised by the likes of ouch and cmk? Her manner was pleasant.... comfortable silence between client and customer. Relaxing it definitely was.
Turn over....
Bang!
Fireworks!
Weee.... Yeehaw!
There it is ouch!. There it is cmk! Now i know what you're talking about! this perhaps was the best 2nd half I've seen.
Damn
.. Wednesdays are interestingly now. 2 of 3 of my fav girls work wed at summer's.
Willy Wednesdays. Its the dawn.of a new era.
