Okay, today we're going back 30 years.
But I warn you: this story may be considered NSFW (Not Safe For Work).
Read at your own discretion or close it now.
It relates to when Judy and I were living in Guadalajara, Mexico.
We had become acquainted with a cosmetic surgeon (plastic surgery doc) who treated many clients from the United States.
He had signed up several gringo expatriates who would provide housing and food for the patients during the time they were in Mexico.
The clients paid the hosts directly for the service, which included taking them to the doctor's office for daily checkups following their surgeries.
The incident in the following story was related in a letter to our friends Timmer and The Beaner (Tim and Jeanne).
Today Tim sent it back to me and said use it on TBT if you dare.
Okay, here goes.
We had several more patients before we returned to the U.S. but never again an experience as, uh, titillating as that one.
