Yesterday, when Chiro-man was running his instrument up and down my spine, he was leaned in real close and at one point, I could feel his breath tiptoe real quietly across my lower back.

Holy crap.

Though it did make my toes curl just a little, it wasn't a hugely sexual moment by any means. It was just so delightfully intimate that all I wanted to do was to hit pause and sink into it for a little while so that I could really appreciate it.

But alas, no such luck.

(And no, I wasn't using "instrument" as a euphemism.

That would've prompted a BIT more toe-curling, no doubt.)