Good point! Recently I told my wife I'd booked a massage for my bad back- she was all for it and packed me off saying "hope you enjoy", and wasn't at all surprised when I came back walk Ng 2 inches taller with a smile on my face...
There used to be an older bird in Nottingham who alongside pleasing punters ran a legit massage and beauty place and I used to tell my OH that I was going there for a massage and even paid part of the punting fee on my credit card - a security risk that makes me faint now just thinking about it. At the time I struggled to divert cash for my punting so it was a really good way of doing it. I used to be so happy afterwards that my OH suggested that she might go to the same place for a massage
The WG left soon after, probably just as well given she had all my details from the card payments.