I make them uncomfortable so they don’t visit. The only people I see are my housekeeper who comes in two days a week and my physical therapist; he ...comes three mornings a week, though I don’t know why I bother with him.”“Does he help?”“Chris, he massages my legs, I’m never going to walk again but he massages my legs. I can’t even feel it but the doctors want me to continue, they say it will help me retain some muscle tone. But why, I’m never going to be able to use them and besides it doesn’t. Character based the story is about people who care and want to give pleasure to each other, in all aspects of their lives. If you like romantic stories please enjoy, and please give feedback, as the ending is not yet written! Just like in real life. * They lay upon the duvet, his body covering hers, mouths joined. Leaning up on his elbows, his hands holding her head still, as he took her mouth, tongues intimately dancing. Hot skin rubbed against hot skin, sliding softly, nerve endings aware.. Usually, I used to play footballand return home late. That day, I was not feeling that well, so I got into thebus. The bus was crowded as usual and I stood near the entrance. I looked outof the window and I saw my classmate Cumonmesus running towards the bus.she waswearing a white tight tank top and sky-blue jeans and god, this college girl’stits were bouncing so hard that they were trying to escape from her purple bra!Also, you could see a small part of her belly and her navel as she was. She left the bottle and told me that if I used the hair remover, Iwas to use the moisturiser.As I showered the following morning I shaved my underarms and checked mylegs for any stray hairs that the remover missed. I also noticed that Ididn't need to shave. I thought that odd as usually shaved everyday,shrugging it off I continued as if it was normal. When I did anexamination of my chest I noticed that my breasts were slightly swollen.I queried this with my mother, but she told me I wasn't to.