"The next few days I was literally in a daze. I went to work, ate, slept, but I was still at HFH. A little like my first ever massage, but this time there was no point were I started questioning my morality or contributing to the exploitation of women, or any of that shit. I just kept seeing images of that "mischievous grin" interwoven with vivid images of various anatomical parts... I remember shaking my head and grinning, a lot, in a kind of disbelief ... all I knew was, I would return ... "