Masseuse Has A Nose For People

[Steve Wayne]

Ever since I was a kid, I could judge a person by their smell.  I mean, each and every person on the entire planet has their own odor, and when you get within three feet of them you get a real whiff, and sometimes it just doesn't smell like someone that you're going to pal around with for franks and beer, and other times it's like a frigging magnet and you want to jump right into their lap.

I've noticed that when someone is sweating up a storm, or drowns themselves in perfume as if taking a whore bath after a randy mattress test, you can't smell enough of the "real them" to know if you're going to want to just shake their hand, or if you're going to want to marry the goddam person.

I get within a couple feet of a shitload of people in my job as a massage therapist, and some remind me of my Uncle Jared, who smelled like old pennies and kissed me on the lips when my mother was in the kitchen.

But for every Uncle Jared, I can find someone with the zesty odor of showered skin, like a hint of cucumber fresh from the garden.  That's the kind of person I like to massage: the clean and fresh as veggies ones, and those tend to be the ones that follow me home and fuck the shit out of me.

[Cita]

WOW!  and there is even a cucumber in this 6!  LOVE it!

[Steve Wayne]

The protagonist of this 6S is a woman, and every sentence indicates her past, which may have been abusive.

 Her profession (no way implying that massage therapists are abused, in general), her brash jumping in laps and "marry the goddam person", to being cold and more aloof and turned off by being close to people.  Plus, her Uncle Jared.  Then the last line shining a bright light on how she patterns her life now.  Her tone in the story is more brash than womanly.

 Thanks for your comment, Rob.  

[Robert McEvily]

Whoa - talk about an unexpected ending!