My brother and I had never done any kind of reflexology, so my mom said we should try it. We approached the first place and saw a sign on the door that said "Please Knock Before Entering." It seemed a little shady, and it was. We knocked and nothing happened, so, naturally, we walked in. It was this hallway with lot of closed curtains and no real lobby or register or anything. I got the feeling this was one of those "special" massage parlors, so we decided to try somewhere else.
The next place was much more legit, but it wasn't until I took off my shoes and the guy sat down that I remembered how ticklish I am.
He started the massage, and it wasn't even two minutes in when I started laughing. I managed to stifle it a little bit, but I had to cover my mouth, trying to make it seem like I was just scratching my lip or something. I obviously wasn't scratching my lip.
About halfway through the first foot, I remembered that biting your tongue is supposed to help with feeling ticklish, so I bit. I bit hard. It actually kind of worked, but as soon as I looked over and saw that my brother knew what I was doing, I couldn't help but start laughing again. I felt this weird mixture of embarrassment, laughter, and the want to just kick this man in the face so he would stop touching my feet.
By the time he got to the other foot, I could taste the blood starting to come from my tongue, but I somehow managed to survive. The whole thing felt very good, but I don't know how other celebrities can get massages so often without laughing. I guess I'll just have to practice.
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