Reece has asked if we should stop again, since I'm clearly in such pain, and he knows his thick pussyrammer is doing damage. But like they've told me... I can't say no to a man in need. Of course fucking him is out of the question - they convinced him I was strictly a bottom - and in any case there is a wax stick permanently jammed down my pisshole. The soft wax gives Reece the impression I'm leaking when he beats my stalk hard during sex - in fact it's just the friction melting the stalk. Wendy kicked of her heels and plopped down on the end of the bed. I gave everyone a rum and Coke including Wendy and we just kind of looked at each other not knowing what to say. Wendy whose drink I had mixed very strong turned her cup up and started to cough saying oh my God I cant believe I just drank that yuk. We all started laughing thank goodness that had broken the ice and it was not long till we were all laughing and talking again. I gave everyone another drink and Wendy looked at me. In fact, I was standing in front of a big concrete planter filled with bright purple and yellow flowers.“Weird!” I said to myself, but when I got home, I started thinking about whose name I might write in the book. I considered the redhead who lived across the hall, but she had a brother– a huge brother who was also a cop. Maybe the blonde with the big boobs who worked at the deli? Naw, she made the ditzes in the blond jokes look intellectual. I know! Marti Ferme, the stuck up head. ‘Thanks.’ ‘No prob. Go warm it up and I’ll pop in a movie. What do you want to watch, Away We Go or The Notebook?’ ‘Ugh, you know I hate The Notebook!’ I replied as I headed over to the kitchenette. ‘Well, they didn’t have Griffin & Phoenix, so I got my favorite tear jerker instead.’ ‘My favorite tear jerker is so much better. You should get it for me for my unbirthday.’ As I searched for the can opener, I couldn’t help but think of Brad with a little smile. Even though I’d probably only see.