I’ll know once the money arrives. [Cypher’s Tales]

Money wouldn't come in over the weekend so I sat in anticipation all weekend wondering more and more about what it would be like to continue doing this. Giving Harvey a weak massage and just talking for 2 hours had been the easiest gig of my life. I had wondered whether the idea of touching strange people would turn me away from physiotherapy, but it had been fine, and I didn’t even imagine that I would be giving slightly overweight old men oil massages, so if the money is good, I will definitely continue.

On Sunday, while out with Max, I gloated that Harvey had not been a pervert after all, and it had been really easy. Max seemed rather negative about the idea of me massaging old men and it all got a little strange after a few drinks. It was like he was getting jealous or something. I really didn't feel comfortable with being told what to think about my own experiences and left early.

Monday came and like a kid on Christmas morning, I opened my account on my laptop. Also like a kid on Christmas, I was both extremely excited yet strangely disappointed at the same time. $600… which is far more than worth it to me while simultaneously not going to change my life like the strange overwhelming and exciting fantasies that my brain had concocted.

That meant if it were more than just Harvey, I could essentially double my weeks earning in just 4 hours. Now _that _was amazing. The more I thought about it. If I did four massages, I could earn $2400 in a single week. I would have more than enough to move out and still be able to cover my education fees and everything else for that matter. I’d be able to save for a new car in no time if I worked just 8 hours every week.