Directions got messsed up so I was a few minutes late. I knocked on the door, Michelle answered, smiled, and let me in. She was dressed in jeans, white t-shirt, and a zipper sweatshirt. Never asked my name. Exchanged brief pleasantries, she told me to get comfortable, and she did some paperwork. Awkward silence - uneasy feeling. Finally came over to the bed and said for me to get comfortable again (I took off myclothes...slowly, she took off her jeans (had a great thong on), left the t-shirt on. She asked me to roll over and that she would begin with a massage. I said, honestly, I love touching and kissing, but I just don't like massages. She said, well I don't know you, and you have 90 minutes, and I son;t like to just get into it right away. I never heard of anybody that didn't like a massage. I am trained in this. (It is here that I should have trusted my instincts and cut losses. She was not beligerent, but she had that I'm just punching the clock attitude. A real turn on.)