Every man's fantasy

Last week six of my fellow trolly dollies and I decided that we would travel to Istanbul to do our Christmas shopping. This seemed like a perfectly innocent idea at the time, because 1- 100% cashmere pashminas are $8, and 2- we all have husbands / boyfriends who have informed us that it is our womanly duty to provide them with gifts to hand out to the dozens of women they each work with and that said gifts must be work appropriate and cheap without appearing cheap, and 3- who wouldn't want to go to Istanbul with their girlfriends?
So, off we went. Well, after being pampered for nine hours in Business Elite on our flight over we found that we were too pooped to shop, so we decided fulfill every man's fantasy of flight attendants showering together and to indulge in a Turkish Bath.
HEAVEN!
Let me tell you, for $25 you can reach a new level of pleasure as long as you are willing to give up ALL of your inhibitions, and I mean all of them. If being in a 300 year old marble steam room completely naked being bathed by a huge Turkish woman who is also completely naked sounds scary then I don't recommend this experience. But, honestly, I have never felt more clean. This woman scrubbed me up and down in every single nook and cranny with a silk washcloth alongside three of my closest friends who were having the same experience. For the faint of heart I recommend wearing bikini bottoms, but honestly, it's heaven. Needless to say, Michael's souvenir from Istanbul was a silk washcloth.