Angelo: An Italian man well into his 80s, Angelo presented himself as Andrew. Of course, someone his age is unfamiliar with call display. I called him Angelo once by accident and he asked me in astonishment how I knew his real name. I said, magic. I enjoyed Angelo immensely as a person. He clearly retained his adolescent sex drive. Men that age are rarely able to attain an erection but Angelo never had any trouble. He was a client of mine at Revive in 2006 or 2007. I distinctly remember meeting him in the summer time, when Edmonton is radioactive with heat and sun. The studio was too new to have air conditioning and the girls and I roasted in the staff room. Working is never so tough as it is in the heat. You sweat and slide and fall off tables. But it's worse for the men, who are biologically blessed with endless sweat glands.
Angelo hailed from Naples and told me he'd take me there one day. I said, what about your wife? He said, she won't mind.
I took a few days off work due to illness and when I returned, Angelo appeared first thing in the morning. He said, where have you been, amore? I said, in your dreams. We laughed. I hadn't quite recovered from a terrible, wasting bladder infection. I said, I'm sick today still and he said, you better work it off. While he showered I sat in the staff room guzzling ice cold Diet Coke. The massage room was so hot and so humid that the sweat poured off him like a waterfall. I wilted and actually blacked out for a few seconds in doggy style. Old men take a long time to orgasm. An hour later I stumbled out of the room and fell in a puddle in the staff room. Charmaine, one of the owners, walked by me on the way to her session, clad in a fishnet suit. She could not have looked more ridiculous. I had to get another girl to escort Angelo out of the studio because I couldn't stop laughing. That was the great thing about escorting- the other girls. I would love to be able to make those friendships on the outside.
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