Okay, that's good, but we still should do an x-ray of your brain and perhaps an MRI. If you don't mind me saying so, it could be psychological and we ...have an excellent resident psychiatrist." I've been there, but if nothing is found, I guess I could give it another try. Should I set up an appointment?" I'll take care of that. When would be good?" Next week I should be free, especially before noon. Do you need my information?" The admitting nurse has that. Follow me. You ladies need to stay. So we move back and forth for a while, enjoying the other’s pain and then being hurt in return. In the end, we both must have at least 20 needles in each nipple. We stop because we’ve run out of places to put them.But then again there’s all that tit-meat, so we continue right there. Ouch. Gods, my nipples are two white-hot points of agony and my breasts are pulsating in tune with my heartbeat, it’s so hot thinking how Anna must suffer because of what I did to her! And now her tits are beginning. (We were still too young to understand the minutia of the legalities - that adoption only meant for name and responsibility - we thought that my being adopted meant Tianna and I were no longer siblings!)When we hugged (and we held this particular hug for a while), I felt something I had never before felt. Tianna was sporting a couple of premature "bumps" on her chest. Futhermore, I could feel a certain shudder in her body, and needless to say, the rubbing alone would've given me a woody, but. However, I quickly decided that I would be flirting with trouble, so tiptoed down the hall and bolted, quietly, to my room, where I, also, achieved a state of bliss.May 25, 2017Dear Ms. Diary, Mom texted yesterday “24th, Y; did you enjoy that?” Damn! How did she know that I was there watching the end of their love session?Mar 27, 2017Dear Ms. Diary, School is out! Well, it was out yesterday afternoon, but I’m writing this on Friday morning after not having to get up to an alarm. I’m still.