.. how many is them" I asked."Three... yes only three... I swear on my mothers grave... then you can have the rest of the night off" But I've still go...t my school uniform on I haven't changed" I said."That's all the better... they'll love you in school uniform... trust me" was his reply.It was another pub that he drove me to... but not in the dockland area. He circled the car park, found a quiet spot and stopped the car."Stay here... I'll go and fetch one of them" he saidI sat quietly waiting as. I just said ‘says who?’ and kept drawing. So, this diary adopts that sort of attitude. This diary is me and the world reflected through me. If anyone would ever come across this diary and be angered at the way I depict them, then I’ll just draw them a purple giraffe to show them that people don’t always see the world the same way. Where could I begin this story? I don’t feel like going back to my first memory, especially since there were probably many more interesting things that happened to me. Then she opened her eyes and looked wonderingly at Taimur, who was grinning down at her.“What was that?” she panted. “What happened to me?”“You came, baby,”, he chuckled. “You know… a climax… an orgasm… and a big one by the look of it. Did you enjoy it?“Are you kidding? ” she exclaimed. “I loved it!”“Want me to give you another one?” he leered.“Oh, wow, yes,” Fatima cried, “I’d love that, Taimur.”“Okay, but I’m gonna do it kinda differently this time,” he said.Fatima nodded impatiently. She. I was a little offended because I never thought myself the sort that someone would have to get drunk in order to get with, but I wasn't going to turn down an opportunity to 'hook up.'I use the term 'hook up,' specifically here because I decided early on that if I did allow myself to be 'taken for the team,' I was not going to have sex. It just felt too much like she was doing this out of convenience for her friend to go all the way. I knew I could fuck her very competently. My dick was (is).