Last weekend, as I waited for my turn for a pedicure at the salon, I observed the young man I was in line for working on this, uh, plump woman.
She had leaned back on her seat, powerless to his touch. The pedicurist was a young Congolese man; you know these guys colonised by the French have some sort of edge in matters women. The guy poured a generous amount of oil on his hands and took the lady to heights she had obviously never been before.