Met Colin this week one afternoon for his special version of an erotic massage. That young man will have to warn his potential massage clients that they'd better be in better shape than college varsity athletes to get through one of those. It wasn't pain that was so relentless and draining and rejuvenating. It was his obvious gleeful immediate assumption of control over your responses to exquisite physical pleasure. Can't think of any other way to describe it. Not for the faint of heart or those unable to endure yielding control over the most subtle physical reactions to a kid not much past twenty years old.