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Squeamish

Every morning I go to a hotel with medical facilities where I try to get better at electrotherapy and massage.
D., my teacher at the hotel, doesn’t allow me to be in the room when he is massaging a female client.
Perhaps I should ask him: “Are you too squeamish to show me your technique?”

I haven’t heard anything about happy endings yet, but I’ll continue my research.
On the picture below: the master and I are speaking about God, each in our own language.




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When's the contest not to win a dinner, but a massage?
Sorry for my Flenglish. I never reread what I've written and therefore I feel ashamed afterwards.
Dens
Dens, since i have always considered you a sympatic cocommenter, i would like to take part in this contest, win and pass through my massage to you. If that would be okay with the master of course.
Women
I notice there aren't ever any women on the pictures you post. Do the women and men bathe seperately? Or do you feel awkward posting pictures of women in their bathingsuites?

On a different note, I understand we won't hear from you again, ever, if the Master would get angry. Just out of curiosity, what would you think would really upset the Master? Secretely peeing in his pool, when he isn't looking? Making fun of his weight? Hiding his elctronic devices? I think I would be very tempted to start poking him, see what the reaction would be. Like you start poking a bear in the Zoo, freightened but also excited.
Does the water contain some electricity?
The pool always looks like a mess.
Arnon
You need to get tanned.
Mieke
Mr. Grunberg sports what is called "vornehme Blässe" (distinguished paleness) in German.
You are inquiring for God and happy endings in strange places. But God and happy endings may appear everywhere indeed.

@Mieke
Is Arnon not a kind of a redhead? They almost never get tanned. (I know, I one of the kind)
Juliane
Thanks, some people are so uncivilized.
Arnon
An atavistic need.