She didn’t look like an angel when she arrived. Clothed in the generic pristine, white uniforms of massage therapists, her outfit was perhaps the only thing angelic about her in my eyes. She was a heavy, dark woman with boy’s cut hair, almost as big as Eddie Murphy in the movie Norbit…okay, maybe not that big.
This was the first time I had tried out this home service massage agency and, with one look at the masahista before me, I knew I hit the jackpot. I asked her in the vernacular “So, can you give me a super super super strong massage, especially on my thighs?” She nodded shyly, but even if she had said otherwise, I wouldn’t have believed her. This girl was going to squeeze out all the tightness from my poor legs.
While other masahistas would give equal attention to every part of the body, this one took extra care of my legs. Or, shall we say, she gave it some hard pounding and beating due to its misbehavior over the past few weeks. Aaah, it was so painful but it was just what I needed. All the while, as I lay in bed, I had my eyes shut tight in pain but I was thanking the high heavens for sending me a masahista who knew how to loosen up my tight muscles. Yes, there is a God!