H couldn't give a meaningful massage, always felt like "wax on, wax off" pollishing a table, not kneeding deep into the muscles in an sensual mannor. Maybe the C is right and I should really say "hit the road Jack".
PS careful ladies, in his younger days H was a biker...so much for adventure and free spirits..
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn
What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
