I'm from out of town looking for some fun, so I got my ovaltine decoder ring out and got cracking codes. Today, instead of drink more ovaltine, it read national. So, I headed out for a sweet a. I arrive at what all my research has led me to at 11:30 am only to find the door locked and sign turned off. Now, this did not deter me, as I was at my top pick, but had a plan b around the corner. Promptly arrived at what I had determined to be Phoenix. Not 100% sure it is (even now) but decided I'd gone too far to turn back. Greeted by two Arizonans, one short in a dress other tall in running pants and the shirt, I was shoved in a side room and told to wait. I speak some of the Arizona language and determined they were arguing over which would have the honor of touching me, when the shorter lady named Amy burst through the door, kissed me and told me how good it was to see me again (I never met her. I'd remember) she's cute and ambiguously aged and I was happy. Took an hour for .6 accidentally gave her a 50 more and she gave it back saying. Later. So I removed my wares of the road when she left and was serenaded by the neighbor singing Mr Jones and me, which really set the mood. She comes back, agree medium massage, oil and I am permitted some utc roaming, until I go to one spot, and she stopped me and said. Later, happy later. Decent massage I guess, did relax me, no question what was coming with the tease so I just relaxed and enjoyed it. On flip communication was a small issue. I thought she was telling me how much I was ordering for lunch, but she was asking if I'd brought protection. Having left my gun at home, she promptly provided one and what followed was perhaps my favorite AMP experience in a limited time. When lunch arrived, it was an all you can eat buffet, and everything I asked for off the large menu given to me with a smile. I got so full a few times I moaned, was told to shh because the neighbor was singing country or something, but my hearing was muffled by the thighs and cookie being served to me. Side note, that cookie needs some work, not sure they know how to trim the toppings, but it would be amazing if they did. I saw a cowgirl fighting a missionary, that was cool, and after a while lunch was over. Amazingly, she told me I had 10 minutes left so she massaged me and we spoke in broken English and worse Arizonans. Came time to tip, I realized I wasn't sure how much since she hadn't told me what my bill would be, so I happy gave her a buck forty, promised I would return soon. And I will. So, not sure if I found the mythical Phoenix, but Amy is definitely a spot at the end of a long drive worth heading to. Drink more ovaltine.
