The games that never end will begin again. Like befalls a pro football player on a physically therapeutic Monday. Even though a star QB was accused by numerous massage therapists of sexual assault. I have some experience with the innocent male-female nuances that can be provided behind closed doors. Not everything is what it might seem.

The NFL Pro Bowl Games featured multiple … of course … days of games of many types on and off the turf.
Throwing with accuracy almost to the inch, catching those spinning lasers, running and cutting fast and quickly, twisting and turning with precision as you go.
So they call them skills competitions. When finally done, they’re followed in a week by a Super Bowl, too.
High stakes that have for weeks put all major and minor muscle groups through the wringer. So to get your best game on, across multiple skill sets, and pull out even more of those related skills you didn’t need absolutely, every snap by every snap, during the long season itself — you know what happens when such sinew isn’t frequently tested — you might need to see your therapist.
Not that kind. Not a shrink. The one that really gets results.
Being physically and even mentality therapeutic. Or even spiritually.
And sometimes they fly on a plane with the team. Have a table and such and will travel.
We are talking about certified massage therapists. And their often necessary work has not been tabled due to what follows.
This multi-level rejuvenation would seem — and this is probably being way too kind — to be what a certain NFL QB rising to stardom was after, but then took liberties, as massive as a nose tackle? I’m sure the therapists did not elevate the mood by using platitudes like My Dear Watson.
However still, his ongoing damaged muscles did not too much damage in the postseason.
I guess she needed to, using an industry term, work deeper and not what’s done to a cornerback in a football fly pattern.
Although one effort could aid the other.
With that said, its always best to play it straight. But she might not. Even if its just a slight bend of norms and rules, largely unwritten, to do the best job on your aching muscles possible, hitting 90 percent but not all of them.

— Its all a matter of court support, but the same old, same old how you been come again April? Libs vs. Rebs. Dammit Janet. The endorsements in that killer Supreme Court contest do concern who sits on high, at least in Wisconsin, but pundits have said that concerning this country, this is as key a race, and its money spent, as it gets. So much that AP and me decided to staff ourselves into the election war room, that being the county clerk’s office. See Notes From The Beat. —

But back to that main massage matter, it has been only recently that a resolution, as least as a start, on such done-legally-massage limits came forward, through the media perhaps more than any of the particular courts who weighed in. But talk to the women employed as such therapists and how their lives were upturned, as an NFL quarterback was called on the carpet big-time for making unwanted sexual actions to a whole host of massage therapy workers — dually licensed and not the kind you’d find in a seedy district of old and crumbling buildings.

Maybe this feedback from my personal experience, if it is even valued, is late in coming since the legal has been settled. Someone like myself should better understand deadlines.
But as a man who has seen any number of such therapists over the years for muscle pain from my Tourette Syndrome, I understand the many and varied nuances that comes from such a relationship, especially if a rapport is built over time. Simply put: People being people flirt just a bit, sometimes with what they do physically, and not necessarily the ones on the receiving end of such muscle work. Let me be clear here, and this in no way condones anywhere near a free-for-all for anyone involved. The very subtle movements of the massage therapist’s hands and forearms, where they on the body operate and using what progressions, and how movement of fingers and even elbows work, can be carefully tweaked and maybe not even done intentionally to enhance (and occasionally incorporate) subtle male-female interaction. However, most people that include myself, will not think anything of it, since they understand it is what it is and nothing more. But with very slim wink-of-an-eye-style and flash-of-the-eyelash-but-involving-touch benefits, such as they pertain to massage? And if someone pushes a limit oh-so-slightly, that does not mean in any way that she’s acting on being “into you.” Look at it, any kind of personal space is by necessity forfeited anyway with massage therapy. Not any more forceful than that often-spoken-of chance while-being-rung-up, conversation in a checkout line, where he held your arm for a moment in the process of carrying your groceries. Or if it was icy, taking her upper arm for a longer period so she would not fall, but then accidentally touching what’s inside her armpit, but also just below. But should it be noted, these last two are cases of men taking the action. So its viewed moreso as standard behavior by society.

Volumes can and will be written about such nuance, so here we go:
This action from a short-term therapist, in-between others with longer stints with me, (no judgment made). Midstream, she suddenly pulled down my undershorts a few inches — or should I say centimeters — without warning, (I was lying on my stomach), then announced that it is the glutes that often need a lot of therapeutic work. I took that comment as such — I didn’t really care about that action or read much into it — but could she have provided a bit of forewarning? If working on a niave newbie? She had been abrupt in her speech and in retrospect maybe there was some bit of sexual politics and power at work here?
Her predecessor did something similar with a bit more warmth and a lot more laughter. Saying this is what’s needed to fully rub-out each forearm, forget the glutes, she clasped my hands and brought my arms, one than the other, tight to her cleavage. That was necessary to hold-on strong and accomplish the physical goal of relieving my tightness there. Apparently I had typed one or two too many articles earlier that day.
Again, get over yourselves guys. She seemed to have a rapport with me, but that is not atypical and doesn’t mean she wants to take to bed you or I, or if seen in a random encounter while out, give a careful soft hug or quick kiss beyond the cheek, if even that, (hey I’m old for starters). If only to maintain a valuable and professional sense of propriety, as she worked on you in close quarters, and share just a chuckle or three, then see you next time, hope you are leaving stress-free from soothing touch.
Nothing implied here, at all. The re-positioning of arms and hands works wonders when its done correctly, and thus therapeutically — after all, people are required to go to school and get licensed before they can practice it — and a guy (or girl) client should appreciate that extra effort, as it is hard work, and leave it at that.
A third therapist enters the picture, the one with whom I had the longest term, and maybe just a very little bit of what I ran past you before. But noteworthy? We would joke and laugh frequently and is that not what therapy in a broad sense is all about, period? And period? (But what the workers in the next room thought about such jovialism was again, joked about).
“I don’t do chests,” said one therapist who used her slightly sharp elbows to work large muscles deep. I’d uneasily floated the idea without being specific, as the sternum is where I have my most stress and pressure, but the answer left me feeling kind of icky for even putting it out there. But these workers can tip you off to what you could do instead as self-massage — for your torso and the opposite arm, and obviously not the back or legs unless you are a contortionist — so get your head out of your balls.
Would I view all these things differently as a 21-year-old, fresh out of the gate? And re-evaluate and adjust behavior at 25? (That’s about the age of the QB who stupidly let this put him in not-to-be-excused legal and moral trouble). Maybe a bit of both “age” answers, moreso the latter, but I wonder what does a person who uses such an abuse of power think about women? Where if anywhere does he set his personal limits, as his behavior was obviously much more aggregeous than that involving some fleeting brush of touch — again as part of what is, at its core, relief of physical pain — to his or even her low-level erogenous zone, even if that grasp is held for seconds running.
So that’s the end. Or beginning of a conversation? As I must say as a writer, appropriate choice of words that could be seen as having a double meaning was an almost-every-sentence wrangle here. How to use basic terms like relaxation, tension relief, and during the encounter.

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