She has not stoppedcrying since the first time she looked into a mirror. The first time shesaw herself naked she tried to kill herself. I tried to con...ole her, asshe was having her stomach pumped out. I told her how I loved her nomatter how she looked. I thought I meant it. But reality has set in. Shecan no longer keep up on our daily jogs, and has had to resign herself tobeing the receptionist at work. She hates that she can no longer go braless in public, has no energy, her bladder has. "She fumbled around before figuring out how to remove the locking pin and then the main pin. It was kinda weird being this close to Samantha and her being right side up. She even stared right into her eyes which just seemed weird that she couldn't tell what color they were and every time she looks straight into them she felt something but she couldn't quite describe it."Samantha why don't you head over to the bed," the master instructed."Yes master," Samantha said with a little too eagerly with. Yes, it had. I hear tapping on my door. I can hear the tapping because the music has been turned way down. I am not sure why they would turn the music down. I would be turning it up to drown the rutting sounds of the fags. I carefully open my door, hoping it is Stevie the leather pants boy. It is. Stevie slips into my room and bumps the door shut with his ass. He toggles the light up. He is fishing in his pocket for something. He pulls out a small blue vial. It is the color of a Vicks Vapor Rub. As we continued drinking the wine, Diana was obviously inebriated as she agreed to visit the high school on Thursday. Jefferson had convinced her that even though the school was ninety-five percent black and there were some gang issues, he made sure that it was safe for the teachers, and that her skills were badly needed to help those disadvantaged k**s achieve success. We finally left the dinner table and went into the living room, taking the wine with us. Diana sat between Jefferson and me on.