Aunt trip

Every day, passing by their massage parlor, George exchanged a few words with them. He learned their names - Mai, Nong and Aom - and over time a cordial relationship developed between them. George appreciated their simplicity and their kindness, and found in them a kind of quiet comfort that he had never experienced before.
Every now and then, to unwind from the frenzy of everyday life, George decided to treat himself to a treatment in the girls' massage centre. Lying down on a tatami and letting their expert hands slide along his skin became a small ritual, a moment of pleasure and relaxation that helped him forget his tormented thoughts for a moment.
But there was something different about these encounters, something more than just a massage. George felt alive, excited, while the girls pampered him with their attention. It was a game for him, a way to escape the monotony of his life and let himself be carried away by the pleasure of the moment.
Over time, those moments of intimacy became more and more frequent. George began to seek the company of girls not only for their talent at massaging, but also for their propensity to be lively and welcoming. He found himself laughing and joking with them as if they were old friends, forgetting for a moment the weight of his worries. But deep in his heart, George knew that this fleeting pleasure could never fill the void he felt inside himself. There were unanswered questions that still haunted him, ghosts of the past that he could never fully chase away. Yet, in those moments of fleeting joy, George Madsen found a kind of consolation, a pause in the storm raging inside him. For a moment, he could abandon himself to the pleasure of the present and forget everything else. And in that little moment of happiness, he knew that, while those delicate little hands had fun with him, sometimes with two, sometimes with three, everything was going well.

On a quieter than usual afternoon, George Madsen was sitting with the girls in the small massage parlor. The air was filled with a quiet serenity, as light weed smoke danced in the air, enveloping the group in a cloud of intimacy. It was a moment of sharing, an opportunity to lower our defenses and let ourselves go to the sweetness of the present.