Jimi sent me an email this afternoon: "Want me to have an epsom salt bath waiting for you at 8 o'clock?"
Tonight was my first full boot camp class. He's so sweet, right?
I went to class. I worked out really really hard. I walked through the door at ten till 8.
He was up and at 'em right away - "What can I get you? Want me to start a bath? Are you hungry?" I was a little overwhelmed with the attention. I walked around a little bit, trying to get used to this strange feeling in my muscles - I'm not used to that post-workout jelly feeling. It's pretty new to me. I kinda like it.
"Yeah, okay, I want a bath." I started the water, he went after the epsom salts. I got my book and a beer (ha!) and climbed in. He sat on the toilet and rubbed my back down with a homemade tonic of his - witch hazel, tea tree oil, eucalyptus oil. He told me to lay back, to relax.
And then he reached over my head, and from the shower caddy he withdrew my razor, and laid it on the side of the tub.
"You know, just in case you were feeling up to it, now's a good opportunity..."
Someone just lost all their banked blowjob points.