" Uh, okay, Dave. I just don't want her being impolite." Ronni? She's the most polite young lady I know of. And I'm lucky to be her friend."Rena looke...d at Ronni, then me. "Well, she practically demanded that we let her stay here to take care of you, you know..." I didn't know."Ronni interrupted, "Well, you needed somebody, and Mizz Deb can't be here all the time and I'm convenient..."And I finished her sentence. "And like my best friend in the whole world."Ronni smiled. So did her mom.And Ronni. It took a few moments for me to regather my composure and realise that the session was over.“In the cupboard, in the bathroom. Through the kitchen there,” I said and collapsed back into the tear-stained cushion.Louise headed to the bathroom and opened the cabinet, bringing out some Aloe Vera gel, wipes and plasters. She immediately set to work on her return to the living room, first, using the wipes to clean my cut and bloodied bottom. Then she gently applied plasters to three cuts that had. All of them were quite revealing and it was obvious she was going to be putting on a show for all the men at the club. She chose one that was low cut in the front and barely came below her butt. It was loose fitting, but her nipples pressed against the thin white material. The sides were open and most of her tits were visible from any angle. There was a rope belt that pulled the toga tight around her waist. I loved watching her walk around the room in that outfit. The bounce of her tits when. In fact, she practically started aging in reverse from that moment forward. Her formerly chunky body becoming sleek and silky at the new women-only health club she joined. I couldn't understand why, three years later, she still hadn't started to date."The answer's staring you right in the face, Tricia," said my best friend Jennifer, who was waiting with me for my Mom one afternoon outside the doors of the health club."Oh, she doesn't have anything going on with anyone in there," I told her.