As you know, I´m in Salou right now, so I won´t write too much here this week, but I just had to get this off my chest, so I searched for an internet café.
We´ve met a group of girls here, one of which was taken, last night, while in a club, she asked me if I wanted to take her to her appartment. Chivalrous as I am, I agreed.
When we got to her place, I gave her a back-rub, she took her top off, then she turned, and I gave her a temple massage. Her breast were still uncovered, though they remained untouched. After the massage, I left her to sleep with a kiss on her forehead.
I then returned to the club, where her friends were clearly angry with me, because they thought that she cheated on her boyfriend with me. Eventually, I managed to convince them that we didn´t cross any proverbial lines.
In hindsight, however, my mind drifts back to the footmassage scene from Pulp Fiction. Have we crossed a line? Or even many, as I saw one of her most private area´s? Or was it just a friendly massage?
Roberto Strife
