Experience Description: OK, here goes...Nice girl, photos pre-motherhood but she's slender and pretty. Apartment fairly clean. I disrobe and lie down on massage table, noticing the clanky sounding space heater and lack of music. Then I hear scuffling and whining behind a door off the kitchen. Her pit bulls she says, does the noise bother me? Yes, of course it does, but there is nothing to be done about it. Then I hear another noise. Is there someone else here? I ask. Just my kids. Now I'm thinking, your kids, WTF? I'm creeped out, but naked so I can't bolt for the door. Mentally kicking myself, I endure an indifferent rub with vacant, detached finish. Ad mentions taking you to Heaven, but we didn't get within a hundred miles of there. I understand and support a young mother's need to take care of her kids, but please, please don't invite me over with them there. Ouch.