I could not move and not be the object of his stare. Both legs were clamped inside a warm towel ready for the toenails to be cut, cleaned and buffed. "No nail filing at all or....." the manicurist was told. Sitting only 15 feet away from me, he must have heard my warning. He pretended not to look but I am sure he did whenever I closed my eyes. I could feel his stare. He must have enjoyed watching the contentment on my face, almost in ecstasy, when Randy began to knead globs of white coconut oil jelly into my scalp. For thirty minutes Randy worked his magic with his skilled hands to massage my head, temples, entire back and both arms up to the fingertips. The entire time my eyes were closed to relish the feeling of the sweet pressure points and his stare. Twice I slightly raised my eyelids and he was staring at something to my left. But his eyes were extra wide open as if to not get caught staring. I chuckled and wondered what this tourist who wore shorts, tennis shoes and carried a camera, was thinking Had he ever seen such type of service to elicit such bliss in a person?
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