More intimate than other therapists, she massages the back by climbing astride, riding me like a horse. Without consent, she works virtually everything: stomach, liver, spleen, intestines.
"Nobody's ever done that before."
"I’m over fifty, you won’t hit on me."
During my hour lying in this stranger’s home, we describe the quotidian rhythms that inform our lives—families, developing and aging, books we've enjoyed.
Because I pay her I’ve no clue how she views me—a meal ticket?
When it ends I extend my hand to shake; instead she hugs me, then leans away and kisses me on the lips.
"Nobody's ever done that before."
"I’m over fifty, you won’t hit on me."
During my hour lying in this stranger’s home, we describe the quotidian rhythms that inform our lives—families, developing and aging, books we've enjoyed.
Because I pay her I’ve no clue how she views me—a meal ticket?
When it ends I extend my hand to shake; instead she hugs me, then leans away and kisses me on the lips.
