"I will see you in the morning. You need a good breakfast so you have your strength at practice. I might come and watch and make sure no one else has ...ny ideas to mess up my boyfriend's face or hurt your hands with their faces" she said in a very straight forward manner."Ok, but I'm not sure they allow spectators at the practices" I stated."I'm sure it won't be a problem" she replied, dismissing my concerns and walking back to her apartment.I followed her and took her in my arms for a good. She meant comfort. Didn’t she? Well, she’s right. I do need solace, but not… She interrupted that thought. Well, she might not be able to make up her mind about the women in her life, but she did know one thing—she was starved. She reached in her fanny pack for her cell phone and pressed the speed dial number for her mother. Carla picked up on the third ring. “Rosanna?” Carla could see Rosanna’s name on her caller ID. “Ma, can I come over for dinner?” asked Rosanna praying that her mother was. We came home around 11 and changed the dress and decided to have wild rough oily sex. She bought oil bottles, we were naked she started applying oil on me. She sprayed oil on my chest n started rubbing gently pressing my chest and pinching my nipples and biting. With one hand she was spraying oil n with other she was massaging.She pushed me to bed which was covered with thin sloppy sheet, which became sloppier due to oil, she came above me and started applying oil, and gently she started. "I am glad that you have increased, in the coming days I feel that it will serve us both very well." I told her as she started to beam at my praise of her. "Mr. Greenstick," she started somewhat shyer all of a sudden, "I remember a lot of things now. I wanted to apologize to you for hurting you in the past. I was very sick in my mind and I realize that you loved me greatly. May I make a confession to you?"I was a little hesitant but slowly nodded, I still loved this woman, more than I had any.