"Link, do you want a massage?"
The father-in-law took off his clothes, lay on the massage table, and let out a comfortable sigh.
"Oh, no, I don't feel any discomfort."
Link looked at the two attractive masseuses, wondering if he should step out to give his father-in-law some privacy.
"Link, don't look at me now; when I was young, I ran marathons often and even took third place in the New York region."
The father-in-law gasped out the words as he was being massaged.
"Yes, it's clear you're in good shape."
Link, with a lollipop in his mouth, leaned against the balcony railing, admiring the view of the small lake and green fairways. It was quite nice.
"Link, you and Ivanka have been dating for over half a year, when do you plan to get married? Ivanka isn't getting any younger."
The father-in-law suddenly changed the subject and asked.
