Jimmy loved a good backrub. He rarely had a professional massage, but when our 6’4 nephew Chuck came over Jimmy would lean over and yell to him “Blood, blood.” This, of course, meant ‘help get the kinks out.’
Chuckie came over yesterday and we were reminising about it.
“I could barely pass by his chair. He’d make me give him a massage. I always did, but I didn’t always want to.”
I nodded.
“He was so demanding” Chuck continued. “but now if I could do it just one more time…”
“I know what you mean” I said. “I feel the same way about blow jobs.”