The chick who gave me the first professional massage I ever got was some sort of islander. She was maybe 5 foot tall and built like a cinder block. All shoulders and forearms with no neck.

My wife scheduled the appointment right after I got off shift, which was well meaning but ill-advised. I had been up for nearly 30 hours by the time she was done with me. The only thing that kept me awake was the soul shredding pain.

She nearly broke me. I felt brutalized. It was one of the best experiences of my life. She released a lifetime of stress stored away in my muscles.

I can only imagine what 12 of her lineage could do to a man.