Chapter 32
A minute or so later, I heard the door open and close, followed by the obvious click of a lock. The masseur came to the head of the table and looked at me.
“I am Andreas Loukades, and you are?”
“Marco d’Argenzio. Please call me Marco.”
“Ah, the son of il Ducawho has come to us from America. I have attended several massage schools in America over the past ten years, most recently the Body Electric School in San Francisco. You are perhaps familiar with them.”
“As a matter of fact, I am.”
“Good, then you will understand that we of that school prefer to work in the nude. We are taught that we cannot be in tune with the client’s body unless we are in tune with our own.”