“I am so not looking forward to this I am so not looking forward to this I am so not looking forward to this.”
“Shut up and take off your clothes, Corb.”
Clothes removed. White fluffy robes placed upon our bodies. We shoved our feet into silly plastic sandals that didn’t feel comfortable between the toes.
Couples massage. I planned it as a surprise, because Corb is always saying he wants a massage. To my surprise, however, Corb has been dreading it ever since the day I told him, because he is very uncomfortable about people seeing his back. Ever since he had been whipped by Captain Randall for trying to steal a loaf of…oh, wait. That’s Outlander.
No, Corb just doesn’t like people seeing his back for other reasons. I'll let those reasons be mysterious so he doesn't threaten to kill me if/when he reads this.
We make our way down to the waiting area. “I am so not looking forward to this,” Corb says, as we reach the reception desk.
One hour later.
“When can we do that again when can we do that again when can we do that again?”
And that's all I hear for the rest of the trip...