Paranoid? I suppose. I just really didn’t want Em or Francie or Pey or, especially, my parents to stumble on it and read my innermost thoughts—eve...n the slightly censored version.Ms. Levy was another thing. She’d suggested I keep this journal. It was different than the literary response journal that we had to keep with us at all times! She periodically gave us assignments of what we were to write in that composition book. She had some very specific requirements for it. It was to be wide-ruled,. He didn't even think about what he was doing, he just twisted around and started firing pisspots at the monster before it could react. The thing went into convulsions and Mason jumped back out of the way as the Medusa died. When it did, it fell from the wall. The Medusa seemed to have been attached to the wall by suction cups all along its back. Well, no matter, Mason had taken care of the monster all by himself and the rest of us congratulated him on his quick response. That made up for the. It didn’t stop Chris he wanted to pleasure her now and she had laid down a challenge a challenge he wasn’t going to fail at.Frankie sat back as Chris gently rubbed her clit with his fingers, wetting it by dipping his fingers into her sopping cunt, he picked her up off him and pushed her back on the bed, lifting her legs above his shoulders he buried his face back in her, his tongue being drawn back to her clit, but now he had his finger’s to add.Chris pushed Frankie even further back with her. Vicky knew it could be fun to be part of the show and expected it would be more fun with Sandy there this time, as well.One of the complications was the booths had to look a little period -- which meant no plastic canopies with metal poles; even dimensionally sawn lumber was frowned upon. That turned out to be easily solved; Liz and Mike had a patch of woods on their hobby farm needing thinning, and it was no big deal to go hit on them for a few poles still with raw bark. Honest canvas, rather.