The Masseur
Fun and action in the hotel's spaI was lying in bed reading the Sunday paper. Nancy, my wife, had gone up to the rooftop of our hotel to get a massage in the poolside mini-spa. After an hour or so, the door opened and there she was in a pale green mini-dress and jandals. She had a bewildered look on her face. "How was it?" I asked. "You won't believe what just happened", she said. What else could it be? "You fucked the massage guy", I said. She smiled wr...