Within minutes, I was reclining, face down on the overstuffed black leather working table. I could hear her putting on Latex gloves. She then started applying some type of oil to my back, rubbing it in firmly.
“Do you know why I call it the Green Angel gun?” she asked.
I thought for a moment, before answering.
“Is it because you identify with an entity by that name?”
She laughed gently.
“You’re very clever. I