<strong>Dean "The Kid" Logan - Late Sunday Night - Fucking Gulch Lounge</strong><br/><br/>Truth told, Dean didn't really know what he wanted at the moment. Well, except to relax. That was getting more difficult, however, as she sat on his lap, her fingers tracing along his neck, her voluptuous breasts demanding his attention. He wanted to just grab them, to feel them, or maybe to just kiss her, or bite her neck. Suddenly the pages and pages of the book he had read were coming to mind, and it was almost like a sensory overload.<br/><br/>He just needed to relax.<br/><br/>"A massage," he blurted out. He then smiled, looking up at her. "Yes, a massage should do nicely. To start, at least." Good. He was already feeling better. Just making a decision was helping him feel more calm, good about himself. He'd at least get more of his money's worth that way.<br/><br/>"Just lead me to a room and we can begin," he said with a smile.