Jenya must have assumed that my massage therapist looked more like his namesake because when she caught a glimpse of Tom Arnold through the window she realized that he's actually quite hot. I walked out to her car, "you didn't mention that Tom Arnold is a babe!"
"Yeah, I guess I didn't. He is, isn't he?"
"Totally. Were you guys making out in there?"
"Yeah"
"You look all...Was he giving you the oral pleasure?"
"Yeah."

We discussed how it's unfortunate that his name is Tom Arnold and that he was wearing a bandana. We also discussed how he gave me a butt massage.

The first time I went to see Tom, Jenya made the appointment for me. It was a gift, or rather a strong urging since I wasn't sleeping at night and couldn't turn my head to the left. She called him up and must have given him quite the interrogation because at the end of my session Tom asked me if that was my mother who had called. I laughed, "not exactly, although I guess I put her in that position this time." As I was walking out of his office last night I was able to see Jenya parked across the street in her car. She was smiling and waving as Tom said, "Say hello to your girlfriend-mother for me."