"Hi." Um, it's Ryan... " I know who it is." Oh, well, how are you?" Fine," she told him."That's good. I-I heard about what happened, with that Mitch g...y... I'm sorry." Yeah. Well, don't worry about it." I-I wasn't! I mean, I just wanted to see if you were okay... " Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Gonna have a fat lip, but that's about it." Well, it could have been worse." Yeah, you're right. He could have gone out with me for three years then told me to fuck off," she said sarcastically.He couldn't think. “I would not have let any of you know about the diary, much less have you read it, without the need for writing time. The reason for that is that the diary contains a secret, a dangerous secret that needs to stay a secret for some unknown amount of time into the future. The secret is not really mine to tell, which is why I had intended to tell no one of it. However, that would mean smaller and smaller amounts of writing time as my friends became my sisters and we began spending much of our time. When I woke in the morning, after Helga sucked me off and fucked me with her arse, and after I had eaten her pussy out I looked over the wall and there was Mandy still tied to the post, the ground around her soaked with spent cum. She was still leashed and I could see from here that her arse and pussy were bleeding. Day 4 had begun, Mandy was cut from the pole by Michael and taken into his apartment, she was laid on their bed, battered and bleeding. Fucked to within an inch. I suppose Nina and Imight have been fuck-buddies, but there was a bit more buddy than theterm implies. We realised we'd become good friends too when Nina startedhunting me out for company and not just sex.So there I was, in my new, second-hand dress, making myself a sandwichfor lunch. I fancied cheese and tomato, being particularly fond ofWensleydale slabbed between thick chunks of crusty bread with properbutter, fresh tomatoes and a sprinkling of salt. As a Wensleydale fan, Iwas helping myself.