“So what are you expecting?” she asked me. “I have no idea, this has already been more than I expected. I thought we would have a meal or two ...nd catch up and I was going to do what I could to help with whatever the problem was. So I have no real expectations at all because this is already way different than what I was expecting. But I’m open to just about anything at this point.” “I’m glad to hear it, because while you were telling me your story last night I was having some ideas about. .. worse than any headache. This mad desire to do something to hurt yourself even when you're suffering already. But her suffering is taking a strange form! Chantelle tells herself it's ok. She's only “piss proud.” So she goes through to the bathroom, takes very careful aim and, with a lot of forcing and bending of knees, finally lets go a stream of piss that's so long in duration she's practically back into sleep mode by the time she's finished, Somehow, despite the far back throb in her head,. She said that she did not want others to know about us like this. I also felt bad about it and thought that it was inappropriate to hurt her feelings. I stopped writing again. But a lot of fan mails kept on coming urging me to write further. However i still decided that i would not write anything without mom’s consent.One day i showed her the fan mails that i received from my readers. She was quite excited to see the response that i got from my readers. Then i asked her whether she wants to. John was the leader while the other two acted more like sheep. John had matured physically and mentally very quickly, while his two friends less so, they still acted like children sometimes."We don't have much time so let's make this quick. I have thirty pounds, Luke you've got thirty and Terry you've got thirty. That's ninety pounds in total plus an extra ten makes it a hundred. We'll meet here at 4pm and take it from there. Don't worry what the ten pounds is for, you'll see later. We should.