I send a private message to Stacey;‘Holy fuck that outfit is so hot. I remember when you used to wear that in high school. You were hot then and eve... hotter now!’I can visibly see her blush and see her type something, then I get a ding;‘This show is going to be for you! Now sit back and enjoy!’I do just that and watch what unfolds on my screen. Stacey starts off slow just doing some dirty talk and teasing her fans. Ever so slightly pulling her top down not enough to show her nipples or getting. Then I held her both shoulders n said see u r warmer. I was holding her arms and cheeks and holding it way longer than it is required to check the temperature.Maybe my touches have taken its toll. She said she s leaving wit her face flat. I can’t just leave her like that thinking. Once she leaves home thinking bad about me then no way I can get close to or get a chance. So I held her n poured water from the sink on her face. She started the same n v were reasonably wet to change our clothes.. I'm going up to bed now." As I went upstairs I could hear them. Maybe I paused to catch it all. First my father,"Does it bother you? He's said before the American girls don't date Spanish boys." If he likes her, that's all that matters. Carlo's a good boy, I trust he knows what he's doing." Good, I'm happy for him too."Ah, Mama and Papi. I knew they only wanted the best for me.Our first date went well. Not that I needed to be told, but I did as Papi instructed. We sat holding hands, then went. ‘You don’t strike me as a mechanic,’ I said. She didn’t hear me coming and jumped, banging her head. That sent her into a cussing fit. Then she realized who I was and went bright red. ‘What do you want?’ she said with an accusing tone. ‘I didn’t get your mothers’ phone number. We have a date Friday, I wanted to check and see if the restaurant I picked would be all right with her. Here. Ask her to call.’ I handed her my business card. It also had my private numbers on it. She looked it over..