"Just so long as I'm not calling you Mommy..." I told her.I turned with my back to her as she untied the braids in my hair andbegan brushing through i...t. "About that..."I turned back, or tried to, but she said, "Sit still so we can multi-taskhere." What about that?" I asked with a sigh."When we're out and about... it might be better if you did call me someversion of Mommy or Mama." Why?" I asked really wanting to face her for this conversation, but shehad my hair tight in her hands as she. This was killing me. Just looking at him got be going even more! "Yeah, come in Jimmy." I went back and sat down and he shut the door behind him which I thought was strange for a question. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed like something was wrong when we met this morning and I just wanted to make sure I didn't do something." I got choked up a little when he said this. "Uhm, no I'm fine. Just a little personal matter is all." "Are you sure? You've been squirming a lot in. "I want you to take some time and work up an improvisation based on the following premise: one of you has an unrequited love for the other; something has happened, I'll let you decide what, that has persuaded you to 'bite the bullet' and make your feelings known."Now this was interesting. I could see several people looking embarrassed at the possibilities presented by this exercise, and then it hit me - I was in love with Penny! I mean I knew I loved her, but as a friend. Now that the seed had. She wears a loose purple university sweater and very sexy skin-tight pants - and there: her jeans are ripped open and her right knee is bleeding! I say: »Hey, hey, can you hear me!«, but the girl just stirs annoyed, grunts and relaxes again. I fetch some warm water and a clean clothe, but I'm not so sure about how to attack the task at hand. I try to push the leg of her pants gently up over the wounded knee, but it is far too tight. So I pull her jogging shoes off and massage her little feet.