A masseuse came to the house with thumbs that could end an argument. Ninety minutes each, one after the other.
Here is the whole review. Take the nine o’clock. Her hands are fresh, you are finished before the day has started, and the person you love spends the next ninety minutes hearing how good it was.
Going last sounds generous and feels like leftovers. Consider that slot ruled out, separately.
Then find each other afterwards. Nobody has ever regretted two loose bodies and an empty afternoon.