I grab you in my arms. I give you a hug, lifting you to the massage table, and pull the thin silk robe off of you and tell you to lay on your belly. I reach for the warm massage oils. The smell of the oils fills the air. The candles flicker around the room. A light flute music off in the background. I pour the warm oil all over your shoulders and back, ever so slowly, lower and lower before setting the oil aside. My finge...