"Eric stared up at Josh and spoke."Josh, this will sound crazy, but I'm not really..." Eric stopped, bithis lip and thought, "He's not even listening ...to me. He's just staringat my chest. He doesn't care what I am saying, he just want to..." Ericfelt like crying, but even as a girl, he wouldn't let that happen infront of his best friend. "What was I thinking, I can't tell Josh,there's no way in the world he wouldn't believe me. He would think Iwas crazy."Josh smiled and limped over to Eric. Eric. March 20thSorry! I’m forever forgetting to write my journal. Mind you, it’s not because I’ve been lazy as I’ve doubtless written more than I’d ever planned to scribble in my diary. I’ve written letters instead. I don’t have friends or relatives to correspond with, in spite of that I have far more exciting people to contact - stars and celebrities. I’m sure you’ve guessed by now. Yes! The soap stars. I rang the BBC and the others - ITV etc - and the switchboard ladies gave me the addresses. Two. Jimmy takes the hint, I feel his tongue press against my lips, the tip slipping between and catching the nerve endings that cluster along the edges, like light breaths on the glowing embers of my arousal, red brightening to orange, burning brighter as blood surges to swell the tissues. I feel my pulse as the slight change in swelling coupled with my labored breathing dip my clit down to touch Jimmy’s chin.I hold him firmly in my teeth, the rough edges pressing into his skin, but applying no. I turn back toward the car, resigning myself to my favorite vibrator, but feel an iron grip clamped around my arm. “And just where do you think you are going?” I would swear there was a chuckle in his voice. “Um, I think this may be more than I bargained for…can you just take me back?” Even though it is mostly dark, I can feel the intensity of his gaze. “No way, sweetheart, I gave you a chance to back out. I promise you, you will enjoy everything. And no one is going to hurt you here…are you.