I got free acupuncture tonight because I was offered the choice position of patient for five students.
I went into the classroom at 7 p.m. carrying my cup of Ancient Treasure Chinese tea.
I felt like I was on an audition.
I sat in the front of the room.
There was a hot blonde who looked my ex-girlfriend Hailey Rivers and a hot Indian chick and three other students who were not erotic for me and an old Chinese professor.
They asked me about all my health concerns and they seem truly interested. They even inquired after my bowel movements.
Word!
Nobody else in my life seems to have the slightest interest in the texture of my waste, and whether it is watery or solid.
They asked me about my energy level and I said it was above normal because I was getting so much attention.
Then they all sat beside me and took my pulse and looked at my tongue.
It was so intimate, I felt compelled to close my eyes.
I didn’t get to take off my shirt or drop trow or anything beyond my shoes and socks.
I climbed on to the bed and lay on my back and they gathered around me as the professor used me like a pin cushion.
The more attention I have, the better I feel.
If I could just have ten hot chicks inquire about my health every day, and mean it, I know I’d feel like a million bucks.
