"If it is, I could keep you busy while you wait." Sounds like a good plan to me," I jumped in, my eyes involuntarily drifting back to the green fur be...ween her legs."Well, if we do that, we'll mess up our paint," Tony said laughing."He thinks I'm kidding," Sheryl said to the group in general. "I'd bend over for him right now." Geez, you sound desperate honey," the Mermaid replied. "Tony, you must give a helluva massage! I might need to come visit you myself." Well, I try..." Tony replied. As I entered, there was a middle-aged man sitting behind a desk, looking like a typical salary man. Suit and tie, wearing glasses and looking slightly surprised at the sight of a "Gaijin" (foreigner.) I entered and in my splintered Japanese asked if I could get a massage ("massaji.") The clerk smiled, nodded and stood up, pointing to the price list on the wall and opening a book of photos for me.The book contained photos of the various masseurs on call that evening. Most of them were a bit. " Well that is the third guy I've blown off so far. He was cute enough, and confident, but not really what I am looking for. And I am looking for something special.But I don't blame him -- or the other two -- for trying. Sitting at this hotel bar, I certainly don't look like I want to be alone. I also don't look like I want to stay long. I squeezed my body into a gorgeous little leopard print strapless mini dress, stepped into a matching pair of 5" spiked heels, and wore my hair down. Hell, I. My father Jack is of Austrian/ Italian decent and at 6'2" and 215 lbs (mainly muscle). He had a volume that could not be overlooked. His Italian heritage gave him that hairy, always with a 5 o'clock shadow look. His personality was imposing, aggressive and overbearing. He loved his beer, he loved his women, and he loved his football... and all of them too much.My mother Annette I took after in ways. She is of Norwegian and German decent of families that had immigrated to the homesteads of.