It's horrible (but not as horrible as what I've done since) but I went to the warehouse again the next day just so I could ogle Otis' hard black body ...again and to reconfirm that I wasn't imaging that huge tool of his.I wasn't imagining it, it was real. As I stood at the top of the forklift ramp looking down on that huge black man I realized that I was going to have to find out what it would be like to have him. The thought scared me; this new obsession of mine could ruin my life. If my husband. We enquired at the reception aand were told that the resort has a spa too, where we can get massaged.I thought it was a nice idea,We went to the spa, since it was a week day it was empty. We found one male there who enquired as what we are looking for. I told him I am looking for a massage for my wife. He said there are no females now to give massage to her only he is available. I made a show discussing with my wife, actually we were hoping for a male. He was about 35 years old andd had a. " Her eyes gleamed. "... something sharp."I shook my head. "No sharp objects." But it won't be realistic then!" No. I refuse to be budged. Absolutely no sharp objects."She pouted, and I almost relented. Almost."Look, Lizzie," I scooted closer to her and took her hands. "I don't want any accidents. If I accidentally hurt you I will never forgive myself."She smiled softly. "You are such a worry-wart, Josh." She kissed me. "Ok. We play by your rules. No sharp objects." Thank you. What else?" I. Her tears let up a little as I jogged along and she rested her head on my shoulder with her arms wrapped around my neck. I was headed back toward campus when I thought, “I’ve got to go right by my apartment and I have all of the first aid there in my dresser. So I gave her the option, “Annie, we could stop at my place and I could treat your cuts there or I could take you where ever you want.” “Can we stop at your place, please, I’m not feeling very good,” she said as she rolled her head.