I would rub on him for a moment, then turn back around to the food. After eating our breakfast, we decided to lay on the couch and watch some T.V.. Ho...nestly, I couldn't even tell you what we watched because we were so distracted with each other. He was laying down on the couch and I was laying on top of him, face to face and we would kiss each other and I could still feel that he was as hard as a rock down there. I pulled away from kissing his face, gave him the look, and slowly started kissing. The town was his for the night. Girls began to flock to his table begging for autographs and photographs. He happily gave out the autographs but informed the girls he would only be able to take photos after he ate his dinner. After all, he did just have a very eventful game and he needed some food. They nodded and dismissed themselves from his presence. My friend locked eyes with me, a shit-eating grin spread across her mischievous face, “I’m gonna get you a picture with him, watch this!”. She could, hear him walking away from her, across to the door. At the door he stopped and said.?This machine was not designed for you Carrie. It was designed for someone else. Someone slightly larger. Hopefully, the computer will realise there is a weight difference, and make adjustments. You should never had come back to break in Carrie. It was a very, very big mistake. But the last mistake you will make of that, or any other, nature.?With that she heard him open and close the door, his feet. Bec’s the journaler in the family (is journaler a word? I can’t say journalist because obviously that means something completely different). Bec fills up entire notebooks every week. I tried keeping a journal once. I wrote two entries in it and never touched it again. But the Doc says if I do this it will help me so I’ll give it a go.So today is Thursday. This morning Dad said I should go back to school. I haven’t been back since I used the f-word at Miss Webster on Monday. I did that because.