I woke up almost an hour before Olga was to arrive, and had time to pack most of my stuff. She was right on time. She gave a great massage and more; I didn’t ask what had happened the day before when she didn’t show up.

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And then it was time to leave for the airport. Jack gave me a ride throught the lovely lush countryside. I got there in plenty of time, and had an uneventful trip back through the airports. Customs did not even secondary me this time; maybe it was because I had a brand-new passport that wasn’t full of Thai, PI, Indonesia, and Brasil stamps.

On the flight back to LA, some of the rows had all three seats filled, mine had two empty seats. So I was able to stretch out. I was actually quite refreshed (overall) when I arrived home.

"She gave a great massage and more"

I don't doubt "she" gave you something "more".

I'm being discreet, she doesn't want her son to know.

A slurp and a swallow ending right?

Ahhhh....Olga.

I spent a "John and Yoko" afternoon with her about this time last year. She is absolutely great.

Yes, Pervertivo's photos of her brought back a very pleasant memory.