"How can I help you with your problem?" She asked wearing a sad expression on her face as though Harry was ill or suffering.I need you to rub my legs ...nd try to work some blood into them. Don't be shy, and don't worry about hurting me either. This is a serious condition." Harry tried his best to sound concerned about the whole situation. Tracy eagerly reached into the tub and felt through the warm, sudsy water for his right leg. She sat above the bath facing him on the stool so she could easily. At half ... speed."He grinned. "You should ... have brought ... your friends after all," he gasped.A look of pain flitted across her face."Haven't ... got any ... left," she said. She breathed deeply several times. "They all act ... like I have AIDS or something." I'm sorry," he said."There is the support group," she said sadly. "But I don't think any of them are into racquetball." She brightened, but not much. "I did find an apartment." Good," he said. "Lock your doors."She looked at him, her. "I do not want to talk about the same things over and over. It makes meupset," I said with begging looks."I know my dear, but just talk to her. At least express your decisionyourself." She told me holding my hand."Okay mom, I will talk to her." Okay, I am sending her in," she said and with fast steps went towardsthe door.I was expecting some middle aged men to talk to me. Hence I wassurprised to hear that it was a 'she' from my mother's expressions. Thedoor was knocked twice and a very. I am 27 years old and married. Donna is an attractive Creole woman. Dark hair to her shoulders bountiful bottom and nice round breast, yum.I on the other hand am slim. That is rare for a man living in a city with so much to eat. I was of average height and not what you would call to handsome.Anyway Donna and I were having some marital problems. For instance, I seemed to ignore her. I concede this fact, but as any good man, I had an excuse. At the office there was a major account being tossed.