After getting out of the shower, the man lay naked on the futon mattress. He was in his mid-40s. Even after the shower, he was still dirty and greasy. He was on his back, with his legs clutched to his chest, raising his butt into the air. “Spit on me, bitch,” he said. “If you call me ‘bitch’ one more time I’m not going to massage you,” I said. Though I did end up … [Read more...] about The Sacred & The Profane