‘Yes, Mr Montalbano?’ ‘That will do. Drag your man away — get someone to clean up his vomit. Hey, young fellow!’ Spiro turned and saw a fat ...an wearing a light hat the same shade of his jacket beckoning to him. Seated on either side of him were two burly men. A young woman sat with them. ‘Yes?’ ‘Do I know you, kid?’ ‘Nah, just got into town.’ Mr Montalbano smiled and whispered something to the man on his left, who shifted to the next table. ‘You catch on fast, kid. Come sit by me.’ Spiro. He was older than me and when he mentioned that he had trained as a masseuse, I thought, “Why not?” I had received massages before but almost immediately, with my body tingling, I sensed that this was different. His touch was different. I had never felt so turned on. The whole thing was just so erotic, so sensual. My body shook, my head intoxicated as he edged me closer to orgasm. Over and over again, taking me to the edge, then stopping, making me beg for release before finally giving me the. ..and the silence filled in the rest of ojr sentences.Either of us did not mind the time the location the eerieness of the place where we.stood away from the eyes away from any thoughts away from the regular grind..it was just us and our hands grazing each other till we finally held hands for the first time in a meaningful way. Never before had iI experienced goosebumps from a mere touch ...she complained of the chill in the night and I offered to hold her close as I pulled her clkser and. We were coming close to her drop off point so I simply decided to take a chance and ask her if she would like to possibly have lunch one day and continue our conversation. I was very surprised when she told me that she would like to do that. We exchanged cell phone numbers and email addresses and decided to try for lunch sometime the next week.Khrystiana and I were not able to connect again for a couple of weeks. I had sent her an email a couple of days after our meeting telling her that if she.