My husband wins all sorts of competition prizes. Most recently he won a two night stay at a wonderful spa in Surrey. We got to stay in their biggest and poshest suite. We also had two complimentary treatments each.
We'd never had massages done before, which might seem shocking to a lot of you but we just never had to pay for a massage as in our earlier married days we used to massage each other frequently and now after 2 kids we are just too broke or too tight to justify that kind of expense.
Anyway, long story short, we kept joking about him fantasizing about having a young lady as his masseuse and me wishing him to have a big burly man with calloused hands...lol This went backwards and forwards with me hoping to be massaged by a tall dark and handsome man or even an attractive nubile young woman. And of course Dylan wishing me to have the opposite.
The time came for Dylan's appointment and I sat with him in the waiting area. I had to contain myself when his therapist arrived. He must have been in his 80's. Poor Dylan. And I had just made an internal wish for him to have his wishes and be massaged by a prety young thing.
It must have been divine intervention chastising us for our lustful natures because I too ended up with the old man giving me an full body massage.
All said and done, the man knew his stuff and my body felt wonderfully relaxed after the massage. I take my hat off to that wise old masseur.