The masseuse walked in introduced himself as Derek and asked her if shewas comfortable. She nodded yes, and he told her that this was all for her ple...sure, and if there was anything that made her feel uncomfortable to let him know. Otherwise, he would just proceed like everything is okay and to just relax and enjoy the massage. She took a quick peek and couldn't help but notice that he was tall dark and handsome he was probably around six foot two 200 pounds and look like he was interracial. I stood there for a minute trying to get a feel for the mood of the crowd. If the vibes felt right I enjoyed sitting on the front row, about six feet above the field. I would sit near one of the dugouts where I could listen to the guys talking on the bench and see the action up close and personal.A lot of the players got to know me over time and I kinda came to be known as a neutral - that is, I wasn't into the ethnicity of the game. I mostly didn't care who won; I just loved hard-nosed,. ” No shit — my face had to look as bad as it felt.Her hand came up but stopped just before touching my cheek. “Does it hurt?” She had a pain-filled face — as if it was her that had just been in a fight. Tears came quickly to her eyes, “Oh honey!”She took another pregnant look at my abused face before grabbing my hand and leading me up to the kitchen. I was placed at the breakfast table as she went upstairs to the bathroom to retrieve the First Aid Kit.Mother put on a somber face as she applied. Watching her brush her hair had been a ritual of mine for the full year the girls had once shared this room. Her hair was even longer now, the thick, rich, black silky strands now reaching down her back and across her round, firm ass; maybe the nuns didn't want to spend any money on haircuts, I thought to myself quickly as the brush rhythmically moved. I was momentarily tempted to rush out and take the brush, but quickly held myself back, wanting to wait before violating the young beauty. Never.