“Have Massage Table, Will Travel” reads the card of a man.

I’m in my late forties. Healthy and interested in staying that way. So I’m in good shape and like to ride my bike, walk, hike, workout at my home with weights, stretching and Martial Arts. I learned massage from the local community college to try something different after 25 years in the computer industry. Unmarried but happy, I had retired early and was enjoying finding fun and interesting things to do.

Purchased a nice second hand table with all the attachments. Assembled a collection of lotions and oils in a little black bag, and placed an add in the local papers and magazines to try massage work. The add simply read, “Have Massage Table, Will Travel” and included my number.

I now have a few regular clients and enjoyed having normal massage work between wild encounters. Some new clients from referrals and some from the adds, which I have yet to review. So, I was busy enough and yet enjoying my early retirement. My technique was good and everyone loved my style, demeanor and table side manner.

A few days after the crazy appointment with Rod and Jessica I was relaxing in my office contemplating the past events when my phone rang. I had no reason to hesitate I answered. It was Jessica. She asked about dinner and wanted to know if I was still interested. Again, I had no reason to hesitate. I told her I would still really like to meet her for dinner, some place nice, quiet. I had this strange attraction to her beyond the kinky sex kitten she seemed to portray. So, we set a time and place and hung up.

Now, I’m certain there was something going on in my head that isn’t quite on the surface. Some deep dark wondering that kept me from separating my desires from reality. I kept seeing Jessica and myself having a normal relationship interspersed with moments of crazy sex. It wasn’t that nothing else mattered. I’m more mature than my eighteen year old self, but something from that time was rising up inside me leaving reason and logic separate from this daydream.

Days later we met for dinner and a nice restaurant. She was dressed nicely and quite proper. Her face and hair well made up. She was a classy woman through our entire meal. We spoke mostly of small talk and local news which she seemed quite up to date on. She had a clear opinion and position on politics which mirrored my own. When I delivered her home she didn’t make any advancements and I was keeping my cool as if my eighteen year old self was being kept in check. I told how much I enjoyed the evening with her. We kissed at her door and I turned and walked away.

The next day I called her to see how the dinner settled and ask if she would like to see the coast sometime soon.