Maybe cutting back isn't such a good idea after all. And let us not forget the cheerleader squad, and the soccer team. Oh well I'll just have to buckl...e down and handle it. Maybe I can ask mom what I should do. Oh wait, she said she wants me to show her how I treat girls some time. So many girls and so little time, I'm afraid I'm doomed.Mom called me into the master bedroom one Friday morning, "Greg I need to have a little talk with you."Uh oh, it usually means doom and gloom when a woman wants. That guy just shot his load in your mouth, I'm not sticking my dick in there. That's totally gay, dude."Equal parts relieved and disappointed; I exited to my bedroom and buried myself beneath the blankets.The next day I woke up five minutes before the alarm went off, but instead of getting up and doing my normal before-work routine I reached over, unplugged the alarm, and climbed back under the covers. I didn't wake up again until I heard the apartment door slam, then I crept out to make sure. The room was dark, the silence deafening, and she couldn’t move her right side. She struggled to no avail, finally using her left hand to push on what was holding her fast. When she felt the flab yield to her, it became clear. She was in a man’s bed, and it felt like Roberto, from her guess at the man’s form.“Lord, what has he done to me?” she muttered out, afraid of waking him, and then afraid he wouldn’t move. The last she remembered, she had been at home, and was getting ready to make. I usually went to their home when there was a powercut to see her sweaty and wet. Slowly I developed my friendshi[pwith her by helping her in the kitchen and doing other stuff.She had an old cellphone so she gave me her number. I felt like calling her but was a bit scared so didn't call her. But oneday she called me up..She: Maine tumko number mujhe phone karne k liye dia hai aur tum to call hi nai karte.Me: Maine socha ke phone karne ki kya zarurat hai baazu mein hi to reheti ho tum.I.