I once met a sailor that had spent some time in Taiwan. He tells me that he was eventually persuaded to get himself one of those full-body-massages by one of those nice young Taiwanese ladies. About half and hour into the massage, she noticed that he was getting semi-fired up and as politely as she could, asked "You want fiddler"?
"Well, um, sure, why not" he says.
"Ok, I come back a few minute" she says
About five minutes of much pleasurable anticipation, there is a knock on the cubicle and a little voice asks "You finish yet"?
