A middle-aged man entered the Asian massage located in a small strip mall which had seen better days. An old woman, likely a refuge from the Viet Nam war was behind a cluttered counter. She looked at him.
Finally she spoke. "First time you here?" She asked.
The man nodded.
"You here get massage I think?" Her years in the states had done little to improve her English.
The man Shrugged.
She slid her hand under the counter and apparently pressed a buzzer that could only be heard elsewhere. It was not long before a curtain to the right of the old woman parted and a short Asian girl, maybe twenty, stepped through.
Not a single word of the conversation which followed in Vietnamese was understood by the man.
The girl motioned for him to come with her, perhaps down the dark hallway behind her. The man hesitated. Additional conversations between the two Asians caused the old woman to raise her voice. "You go with Susie." She pointed down the hall.
The man followed the girl trying his best to get a better look at her. She was small. Straight black hair was certainly no surprise nor was her stature. She seemed quite sure of herself. He thought she was likely related to the old woman in that regard.
The girl stopped at a door and opened it. "Please, in." She said and the man entered. The room was very small. A massage table in the center and a narrow table with various bottles of oils was against the far wall.
"You get undress." The girl said and she went to a chair next to the table and sat down.
The man hesitated.
