#i need a massage

HR at Vigilant Security had a very simple test. If you could maintain eye contact with your interviewer for more than sixty seconds without glancing down, then they were fairly sure you’d be able to work a shift without getting distracted.

I need to go here.  Or someplace like it.  To drink hot sweet Moroccan mint tea and eat pistachios and mangoes and get naked with a man I love, to soak in the steamy water.  Then to adjourn to a pair of massage tables where men with very strong hands massage the hell out of My lover and Me, rubbing coconut oil into our skin and taking away every bit of soreness from our muscles.  Then to slide between cool clean sheets on a comfy bed while the ceiling fan moves the air and we’re re-invigorated to make passionate sweaty love and fall asleep.