He brought out some massage oil and put some soothing music on his stereo. Then he sat down next to me, pulled my shirt up and began a very wonderful ...assage. He had me take my shirt off and worked for several minutes kneading my back and shoulders. After a while, he moved down and removed my shoes and socks. I was wearing shorts and he proceeded to massage my feet. It felt wonderful.Next he started working my way up my legs. His hands slowing making their way under the legs of my pants. He. Then Tanya came over to me, her eyes shining. "Seb and Jeffrey are here. Time to hide a twin!"We had told the twins part of the story. At around nine, we said, a boy would be arriving who we thought ought to meet both of them. He had been told about them, and was really looking forward to meeting them. But he wanted to meet them separately. That way, he could decide which one he preferred. It was like a prince in a fairy story. Tanya explained that once the boy had made his choice, he would. It'll be nice."She dropped her coat in the straw. She was wearing a short sleeved blouse, and her arms were sticky from her previous attempts to pull the calf.She unbuttoned her blouse, dropped it on the coat and turned away."Unhook me, please."It took me a while because my hands were slippery. She was shivering when I finished. She turned round, her arms crossed over her loosened bra."We need to wash your arms."She dropped the bra and held her arms down to the bucket while I soaped them. There. “No!” she over-annunciated over the din of cheap knockoff Skrillex beats, “Elsie!” The shouting killed the mood, plus she had one of those face tattoos down to her neck, which I first thought was a birth defect. I politely shooed her away and settled back to my drink. Eventually, an older woman approached me from a distance like a beeline. Rather than shaking her goods, she simply sat down next to me and introduced herself -- Simone. Ok, so it was a bullshit stripper name, but she seemed nice.