“So what happened with Clare?” she asked quickly trying to change the subject, as she took my hand and kissed my fingers softly. “Another ploy t... distract me from asking more about what she was up too,” I assumed quietly to myself. It was also a gesture of acceptance of what I had done and gratitude for being open with her and telling her about it all. As well as a confirmation of the bond between us and the strengthening of our relationship. I proceeded to tell her about Clare’s telephone. To me, she was like an angel; one I never knew I’d lust for one day. So as the flow of life traveled on, Annie and I soon began to grow up. I realized one day, she was not the same Annie I knew before. She was timid and shy now, sometimes not even looking directly at me in the eyes anymore when we talked to each other. I think it was because of how her body was changing, she wasn’t sure if she was beautiful; I told myself I’d be the one to change her mind. I knew that girls went through changes. Anyway we headed straight up to my room and I sat on my bed while Connie showed me what was in the bag. She pulled out this interesting bundle of leather straps, which she said was actually some sort of strange clothing. I couldn't wait to see how someone would wear such a thing, so when Connie told me to get undressed I did what she said quick smart. Connie helped me to put it on and I'll be honest, Diary, I don't think it's a well-made garment. It didn't cover any of my private bits - in fact. “I keep a close eye on her and make sure not to hit her so hard that she’d need medical attention. I don’t hit her with random shit either. We have some stuff that’s meant for that kind of game so it’s not gonna break skin unless you misuse it.”I wasn’t telling them about the genuine torture devices that we’d inherited from Miranda. Seriously, who keeps a cat-o-nine-tails with stone barbs on the end? Okay, I suppose that I had one, but I never intended to use it. I kept it as a cautionary tale.