You've been coming to me for massages for a long time now, and today you have a particularly difficult knot in your thigh that just won't release for me. When I ask what you did to cause it, you tell me you went hiking on a date with a woman you met online. You're not sure you want to see her again, though, which makes perfect sense to me. You're in love with me*, silly. You know it, I know it, so why are we pretending any different? Oh, and you shouldn't mind those straps on your wrists. They're just to keep you still so I can climb up on the table and get a little* deeper with your massage...