“Hello!” I heard a woman’s voice behind the curtain. You follow me now.” She winked as she turned and led me past the curtain down a dim hall with doors lining the walls. I drove slowly along the street, spotting several stores along the way that I remembered reading in the reviews. Finally, I saw a marquee sign standing tall over the sidewalk, covered in names. I pressed it downward along my left leg; tucked in enough that it wasn’t obviously visible if the towel was lifted, but accessible enough so that if her hand massaged my upper thigh she might accidentally find my surprise. I drove down to the area my town called “Little Tokyo,” and kept my eyes peeled for my destination. I stared at the people’s faces from the stoplight as I clutched my stick shift, knowing they had no idea I was flopping my naked member around in public. I pushed the door open, and a string of bells strung from the handle jingled loudly. I found the glass and took a sip
