Thai massage

There is massage and there is Thai massage.
When my brother-in-law said yesterday he had the best Thai massage ever  and as  I love being massaged and a good massage  comes into the category of being totally and completely spoilt, I booked the classic massage  with the same native Thai girl without delay. For 60 minutes no less. The  mattress on the floor looked very comfortable and the pants  with a matching top I was asked to change into 3 sizes too big, just as I like my comfort wear to be.I never try on  clothes in a shop, buy everything a size larger than I need and thus can never go wrong with anything.It all started so well.And slowly  the dimly lit  lovely smelling room became a torture chamber. Lying on my stomach I was pressed by knees and elbows and hands  in bits I never thought I had.The pain in my thighs  at times excruciating.When I was asked to turn over  I thought things could only get better. Now I know never  to  count  the  chickens...Where and when have I acquired all the little tiddly muscles  that hurt so much when being squeezed? For donkeys years  I  have lived happily without them and suddenly here they are letting me know at every which turn they have been neglected  and the time  has come for me to pay!   The massage of the back, the arms, the neck and the head was as I had expected it to be.
Being a glutton for punishment have booked an hour with the same  masseuse for tomorrow, only this time I have craftily selected a massage with aromatic oils.She will not be able to pinch  with greasy hands quite  so much.