I had reasonable legs and a pleasing face. My blonde curls helped the image. Greg had seen all of me so many times and done so much for me that there ...ould be no illusions left. He had seen me at my worst. Yet he was still there beside me. He hadn’t even flirted with the nurses and they were a good-looking bunch. I had hugged them too. Delia, the West Indian nurse who had been there when I came round from my coma was a lovely armful. I enjoyed resting my head against her large soft breasts. She. She was styling my hair and my attention was all over her body which she kept rubbing against me, once she puckered her butt to my face, and once she rubbed what seemed like her boner on my torso.Once she was almost done, she blew a little air on my face, to blow of some hair, her face really close to mine. She asked me if I was ready for the massage and I barely could say “Uh..You..Yeah”. She escorted me to an inner section and we were in a small massage cum spa room with a table in the. When I moved in the other guys had already moved in a few weeks before and the lady landlord was out of town. her assistant linda was in charge of meeting me at the house to let me in give me a key and make sure I was settled in. linda offered her services to me as an assistant since she had already worked for a few pro athletes in the past. she explained she knew how difficult it was for a young man to not only adjust to living in a new country while training and performing at top level. she. "Your right she is very special to me, but probably more than yourealize," he finally responded before pausing again, she nodded for himto continue. He originally had planned to at some point to tell hisfable to a male reporter, but as he considered his options he figuredthat perhaps it would be better this way to have a woman's perception ofhis well planned out cover story. It might give it the extra realism itwould need to stand up to public option, he concluded privately."Kara and I have.