One evening another gentleman joined me in the warm waters. It was none other than singer/scribe James Taylor. Obviously, I didn’t want to bother him, but I’m such a fan, so as I was called away for my massage I quickly said, “Not meaning to disturb you, but I have to say that the mere sound of your voice gives me goosebumps, and as long as I’m doling out compliments, that’s a really nice penis you’ve got there.” I think he was on his honeymoon.
