And you are, Miss?" Rebecca, Rebecca Lauren but my friends call me rabbit." I said curtsying towards him. Why was I freaking curtsying? "You don't nee... to call me that. But you could if you want to. Although it is better you didn't. Sorry, too much information I know. I must seem like a crazy chick right now." Crazy? Perish the thought Miss Rebecca," He said, "You are by far the most charming person I have seen in quite some time." Well, thank you. Want to join me for a drink?" I asked hoping. I was due for my dinner date in a half hour. I had to take off. "Masu, I hate to leave now, but I need to get dressed and meet my date soon. Can I clean up first?" "Sure," Masu replied, "go ahead and use the shower room." I jumped off the massage table and went to the shower room. I had massage oil all over and in just about every crevice. I wan't sure if I could wash off all of the fragrant smell, but it was a pleasant citrus, so it wouldn't be bad. I stepped into the shower stall, and. It’s the next day, I rush out the door, jump on the bus, and once again seen Em. “Hey, Smithy! Come sit here, I saved you a seat” She shouts.Slightly shocked, I walk over to the seat and sit down. “Hey Em”“You still coming over tonight?”“Yes, of course, I look forward to it”We talk about all sorts of things, getting to know each other more, I learn her favourite colour, favourite meal, where she lived, turns out she’s 17, and I boast about being a year older. I can’t help but look at her body. What I saw, maybe described as a confirmation of my worst fear. Hold your thoughts again! He did not resemble a pig nor some other animal, he resembled a fetter- an inanimate object that comes in a variety forms and more often than not in something other than the conventional iron updo. I had stared into a beautiful face, something which spoke of nobility and decorum. The well cut suit spoke of taste and elegance. His overall bearing suggested education and perfection. I was as is apparent only.