She’s a kind person I told myself, she deserves better, needs better. I offered to move her down with me, and take care of her. I cried every night,...for her. Wondering if I would see her anymore. She introduced me to her online Boyfriend, and there were a lot. Told me that if anything happened to her. She would find a way to get up with one of us. Our mutual friends or me. Then one day, I seen her online, she told me: I’m moving! He’s at work and I’m pulling out. Going to her sister’s. I was. You the guy what slept on Diane last weekend?" "Yeah!" said Doug as he crossed his arms. "I'm him. What of it?" "Will you tie me up and sleep on top of me like you did Diane?" Doug took a step back. "What?" he gasped. Tawanda stepped into Doug's room and flicked her long braided hair over her shoulders. "I want you to sleep on me and fuck my mouth all night just like Diane said you did to her." "I. Don't. Know." stammered Doug. A second later, another girl knocked on. Within one week we knew we loved each other, even without having sex for the first month. In the last five months, we took sex to another level. It became an expression of love, and a way to being entirely connected to the other, physically, and mentally. This is something that is hard to explain, but it almost is as if I can feel her thoughts.45 minutes later, I still could not stand. I managed to distract myself enough to stand just as I saw her. She was even more beautiful than I remembered.. I told her I was feeling a lot better, not to worry, I would go to bed early and talk to her the following day. The anti-inflammatory medication was really working well. I got up about seven thirty Wednesday morning and started dressing for practice. Even though I had been excused until Friday, I wanted to see the trainers, get their feel on how I was progressing.I arrived at the practice about eight thirty, most of the team was still dressing in the locker room area. I went in, put my bag in.