Turns out my instinct was right. I was greeted outside the surprising small"parlor" it was basically a small studio/office space (around 350 sq/ft was...my best guess) and looked over suspiciously by an middle aged slender asian women. She then invited me into the somewhat cramped parlor which was dimly lit. This was my first madssage ever but it seemed pretty standard. I was told to disrobe while she took my money into another room.She then returned and administered the full body massage she was. ” Mike held out an envelope to Father Ambrose.“And you’ll be sticking that back in your pocket, ye damned heathen!” Ambrose growled. “I’ve still got more money in the Valley Relief Fund than I know how to spend from your last compensation envelope! We don’t need that one, and I’ll not take it.”“All right. Be stubborn,” Mike smiled. “But you’re setting a parlous example, priest. If word gets around that you’re turning away offerings ... who knows what could come of that?”“I’ll trust in the Lord. Just like how masochists enjoy pain, you can lose all fear and weakness to pain if you can understand it and look beyond it at the greater view.If you were to punch me in the nose right now, yes it would sting. I would stagger back, undoubtedly tearing up, and quite frankly it would hurt like hell. I can’t stop my body from hurting, but by changing the meaning that I put on pain, I can lessen the intensity and keep it from slowing me down. I can’t block pain, but I can perceive it in a less. Maza aa jaata hai dekh ker…..Thodi dare chaatne ke baad maine bhikari ko bola, chal teri baari hai ab mujhe dekha tu kya karta hai is rand ke saath…..Bhikari ne smile kiya aur bola accha sahab aapko dkhna pasand hai toh mein aapki jagah le leta hun…..Woh ganda aadmi meri biwi ke peeche seat ke paas gaya aur usne meri biwi ke taang per haath pherne shuru ker diya….Pair se le ker uper thighs tak jaata aur phir neeche aa ker ragadta……Usne apni jeebh se meri biwi ke taangein saaf karni shuru ker.