If clouds had mass, that’s what Carine’s touch would have felt like. It was fluffy softness with simultaneous bold firmness – I know – sounds contradictory – but that’s the point. She is all things to all people. Her touch — with all the various parts of her body – elbows, forearms, feet – was exquisitely sensitive – responded to my body as though she were in it and knew — without my saying — what every touch felt like.