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.