Orthree. Or not much more. All I have now is this diary.September 26. Aliya here. My poor husband, now called NeeNee. Memat andI have agreed that...we will not speak his original name ever again. And henever used it in this diary, so that's the end of that. Of course, we hadto report him as deceased in the wilds of my county, so all the legalmatters will be worked out with that understanding. Anyway, the businessdeal was successfully transacted before we departed and now Memat and Iare. Again I find myself wondering, what do I say to that? Do not say the words unless you mean them my pet, I know that when one human professes their love, the other must do the same, but I am not human, so I do not need sweet lies to satisfy my ego. Your caution stems from the part of you which is allied with order. You are only human and should not feel ashamed. Considering this carefully I answer. I do feel&hellip, love for you, but I dont think I am in love you just yet. I wince, the words. And hard too, he must of guessed her thoughts she sensed him smiling, how the fuckcould that be, but she just knew it was true, she heard him pouring water from the fridge, shelicked her lips she was quite thirsty, the glass was placed to her lips so she could drink, shehadn’t heard him come back and jumped as the cold glass touched her mouth, she had dribbleda little water and she felt it trickle down onto her chin before landing on her tits, mmmmnnn eventhis turned her on, shit she was so. You rest your head in your hands, breathing hard and trying desperately not to rape her. You only have one more page, but it may as well be a 100 mile road you have to walk. You begin to type, just praying to make it through to the end. You know you have a great prize at the finish line of the marathon.Her hands are pulling you to the brink of sanity, kneading your shoulders while leaving kisses along your jawline. She gently sucks your earlobes, giggling as you twitch beneath her touch. You.