While doing genealogical research, I discovered I had a brother I had never known about. He was related to me through Grandmother Kathleen, but he was still my brother somehow. He was African American and looked like Dante's Big Brother, Kache. We met in the mall at my pedicure place and were talking about our family. I learned that Grandmother K had starred in a Hollywood movie when she was in her 20s. After my pedicure, I decided to get a massage and asked my brother if he would like one too. We laid down on massage tables right next to each other and continued our conversation. The massage therapists were Thai and were speaking to each other as they gave us massages, but we couldn't understand what they were saying. At one point, my massage therapist began plucking hairs around my ass by reaching underneath the towel that covered me. I was laying on my stomach so I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but she was laughing and pointing. I was very embarrassed.
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