A few days later...I left work early, eager for my date with Jason. He had planned a simple dinner that he was preparing for me. I was to pick up a mo...ie, one that we would both like, which was easy because we had the same taste in comedy and actors. I'm sure he expected play time later. I'm sure he did not have the same idea as I did. I had other plans for him and his ass. When I got to his apartment, the door was unlocked. He was nowhere to be found. I quietly walked room to room looking for. Stop and get something simple. For three. I love you.” Then, it beeped and added in its own machine voice.“Last message.”Even before that beep, I had begun to strip. After a quick shower and shave, I dressed in something comfortable but nice as opposed to something either/or. I gave Charlie Hitler {white cat with a black marking beneath his nose and a very not pleasant personality) a scratch behind his ears and a bowl of kitty crunchies to last the night. In the twenty minutes since receiving. When she moved to his calf, she bent his knee to a 90 degree angle and placed his foot on her shoulder, pressing the muscles towards the knee. With every move he could feel his strength coming back and every part of his body she touched felt like new. When she started to massage his thighs he felt almost erotic pleasure. She was using both of her hands and all parts, like she was kneading bread dough. At one point, she placed all her fingers just below his hip, pulling them down towards his. I raised an eyebrow to ask her how she felt. She apparently didn't notice, so I guess it only works for moms. I verbally asked her, "Are you sore?" Just a little, nothing like the time when I was stupid. I know better now. It feels nice. You're extraordinarily good at sex, you know? You gave me what I wanted and satisfied me perfectly. I was desperately horny, and now I am blissfully happy. I'm unbelievably lucky."I knew she was unbelievably convinced of that, so it was unbelievably pointless.