In my imagination, the trees had become my friends.I even had names for my favourite ones. Things reached a crisis point when I chose Mr Patterson, a ...uite young Silver Birch tree, and spent several minutes talking to him. Things however soon spiralled out of control. In my stressed-out mind, I believed that not only did he understand what I was saying but that he was talking back to me. I stroked his smooth bark it felt good very hard and quite cold.I wanted to show him love because he was a. ’ I felt rather amused at the luck Hank and I had been handed. The prospect of visiting one of three beautiful destinations was both a blessing and a curse, as committing to ONE dream location would be difficult. However, Hank protested that he had tired of the sweltering heat we endure every summer (living in Miami), so we settled on Alaska. It had been a while since Hank and I could catch a break together, both being in the midst of University Finals. We were ecstatic to win this trip, all. Please! He’ll surely wish to return after experiencing a nymph’s offering of ecstasy!”Not understanding I gasped. “What does she want Lyn?” I was just starting another round of orgasms.“They want to fuck you directly, Jack, it’s unusual but they really like you.”“They’re pleasures are endless!”Looking at the lovely five-foot-tall nymphs, I smiled and said, “sure, why not!”Lori grabbed me and pulled me on my back in the grass. Kari kissed me and said, “You won’t regret this, Jack!”She then. End Diary EntryDiary Entry: February 2007I cannot believe I am writing these words: I took money for sex. Fuck!End Diary EntryDiary Entry: February 2007I need to write in my journal to clarify yesterday's entry and try tomake some sense of how all of this happened. Where to begin? Jack.Fucking Jack. I'm trying to be good about drinking and driving. Irealize that late nights clubbing and drinking and god knows what elseare only going to add up to trouble at some point. So, I figure that.