My girlfriend and I were watching a particularly uninteresting movie on her bed, so to cure the boredom I offered her a massage. She is never one to refuse a massage, and I would much rather be putting my hands on her than watch the movie, so she agreed. I knew she had a bottle of lotion in her bedside drawer, so I offered to use it, knowing that she’d have to take her clothes off. With a sly grin that said “I know what you’re up to,” she slid her t-shirt over her head and unbuttoned her too-tight jeans, which I had to help get off.