+ - + - + - +Freydag 9. HarpaI've been writing in this journal for a few months at my mother'srequest and I'm finding it harder and harder to find som...thing to writeabout. Of course, today is an exception since it's Independence Day.When I saw those great scarlet bursts of energy hurl upward andcoalesce into a single great conflagration in the sky, I couldn't helpbut stare upward and wonder if there was there any limit to the powerof the Spellbinders. The fires in the sky then merged to form. SHE PICKED UP THE KEY FROM UNDER A FLOWER POT AND WE WENT IN OUR CLOTHES WERE OFF IN SECONDS AND WE BOTH STOOD THERE LOOKING AT EACHOTHERS BODIES. ‘ I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME TODAY’ I KNEW WHAT SHE WANTED BUT DIDN’T KNOW WHERE TO START ‘YOU ARE A VIRGIN’ SHE SAID’ ‘ YES. WILL YOU TELL ME AND SHOW ME WHAT TO DO’ :I HAVE DONE IT A FEW TIMES WITH A GUY FROM SCHOOL’SHE SAID SUSAN PUSHED ME ON TO THE BED, KNELT BETWEEN MY LEGS AND STARTED TO SUCK MY COCK. WHEN IT WAS STIFF SHE STRADDLED ME TAKING MY. Acres of scrap cars, mostly because they were not stylish any longer than any other reason. The radio had gathered families together but TV screen sucked the attention to itself like an egocentric jealous god, smothering other human interactions into superficial stereotypical soap-opera drama and jerry springeresque selfishness. The computer screens finished the job, dissolving even the ‘nuclear family’ into its component parts, with ‘mom’ paying three quarters more of her attention to her. "Hey Pat how are you doing? Dead battery. I'll be sure Sharon knows you are okay and will be home as soon as you can get a battery. It's a shame you won't be home for Christmas day, I just finished delivering your gifts to Sharon. I'll explain to her that you didn't want to wake her up in the middle of the night. You know, Linda's in Dallas, I just may have your wife for Christmas brunch. No problems here, be careful out there and I'll probably see you day after tomorrow."Sharon had stripped.