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There's nothing quite like being manhandled by a gorilla with a limp. I went to one of the thermal bath houses with a group of mathletes this morning. Surprisingly, there weren't many tourists around which was perhaps because the process of getting into the complex was unnecessarily confusing. I'm pretty sure that I didn't even get into the thermal bath correctly because all of the old people stared at me when I entered the water. Now that I think of it, it may have been an "oldie" bath only. The water was a wonderful 36 degrees Celsius (over 100 fahrenheit I think). I lounged in one pool after another until finally I decided it was time to get a massage. Once I figured out where to go and what to do, I intentionally picked out the biggest, burliest all-the-way-big-dood that I could find. He grunted at me and pointed at the table so I lied down. Then, without saying a word, he hiked up my swim trunks so that everything was probably exposed. I was a little uncomfortable at first, but then he proceeded to reassure me by pulling down my trunks so that my ass was exposed. Nice. But I thought, "fuck it. It's Europe." And the gorilla-man squirted some oil on my body and went to work. I won't go into details but I think I fell in love with that man in those wonderful 15 minutes. The best part was that people would randomly come into my little curtained off area and chat with the masseuer, while I was bare-assed on the table. Next time, I'm going for 30 minutes.
In the words of George, "I think it moved," and I am not ashamed to admit it.
In the words of George, "I think it moved," and I am not ashamed to admit it.