I tried to focus on my writing. I have recently, though, lost sight of the general direction and plot of this novel. Instead, I find myself furiously ...capturing in great detail my experiences of the past nights including several of my masturbation sessions just prior to encountering Jacob. My mornings are consumed with trying to capture the previous night’s events, feelings, and impressions of the young man. Then, I retreat to my bedroom where I masturbate to relieve the built-up tension. I. Her face was pale and her eyes red; probably from all the tears she had shed the previous evening and night. I glared at her then started to turn and enter the master bathroom. When she opened her mouth to speak I raised my hand for silence. "Jennifer, there is nothing more to be said unless you are going to tell me you have decided NOT to go to the banquet this evening."Her face flushed in fresh anger and I completed my turn. On my way to the bathroom I reiterated my statement from the. “Just this one; I will walk you out there,” he replied.As soon as I stepped out the door, it seemed like 10 thousand camera flashes went off and never stopped. My mates crowded around me as I got to them, “Are you nervous BJ?” Jenny asked.“Yes I am; I know it is a little late, but are all of you OK with this?” I asked for the second or third time in the last day.Marcy was the one to answer, “We would have said something long before now if there were concerns. You do what you always do and that. As we waited, other people came off the ride and some of them were soaked with water. Suddenly, I realized that this could happen to my sister, that the Spandex bodysuit she was wearing would be drenched with water and wet. Oh the joy that washed over me. Until it was over. The ride was fun, but I was the only one on our raft that got wet. What a gyp. Walking around, we had been going downhill. Riding a ride or two, going into shops and stores. We were now at the bottom of Disney land’s hilly.