There is a saloon very close to the hospital... about five minutes away. It has never been crowded the three times I have visited it. There is a friendly 50 year old man doing stuff. He is very friendly and does everything gently. That gives me loads of comfort and pleasure. I usually start dozing off about five minutes into the hair-cut and the barber was surprised to to core as to why this would be happening. Yesterday, after my short nap, he positioned in such a way so that my hand was touching his crotch. Memories flooded of the stories that Ray told me about his cruising days. Anyway, I didn't do anything. I just asked if there is the facility of shampooing. He said no. I was disappointed and I hope he was too when I didn't initiate anything with the opportunity I got.
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