They're not professionals but just locals that jam together from time to time. They played for about an hour and a half then thanked people for coming...and began packing up. Henry paid our tab and we left the bar.On the way back, Henry said that we really needed to get together soon so I could download his music as he wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be stationed here. I asked him when and he said he'd have to check his schedule when he got back in and he'd let me know. We dropped him. "Either of you going to join me in the pool?" I ask, before diving into the deep end.As I come up for air, I see mom squeeze Mary's ass cheek, while kissing her on the lips. "I'm going to walk Mary out and then I'll swim with you, Nick." Mom yells, as Mary slips a t-shirt over her swimsuit"Bye Nick." Mary calls. "I hope to see more of you." She smiles and I wonder about the double entendre."Bye Mary." I yell and then take a deep breath and dive underwater.A few minutes later, mom is standing on. ”She isn’t as quick to act as she usually is when I give her a command, but Faith moves as fast as she can. While she is doing that, I head for my pantry and get us a bottle of 100% pure wild blueberry juice. It is expensive as far as juices go, but it has more antioxidants than any other drink and a lot of natural sugars. I add in a little X-Plus and give a tall glass to Faith. Before she is finished making lunch, she is back to her energetic self and is ready to go again. I take a bit of the. Oh, don't be surprised — haven't we all thought the same thing, that a 'massage parlor' was just a front for prostitution? I know that's what I thought, and I'd overheard a couple of guys at the trap-and-skeet club suggesting the same about this particular place.That I was even there was a sign of my desperation, my anger and my depression.I walked in from the back, but the service desk was still at the front, so I walked down a long hallway with numbered doors on either side. There was incense.