I've already written 30 pages._______________________________________________________________________________ "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" yelled my Mom. ... quickly hid my diary, I didn't want of all people my mom to see my fantasies. "Nothing." I quickly looked down and covered my face before she hit me, really hard. "Your fucking boyfriend's on the fuckin phone bitch, get it before I fucking kill him." she spit at me and whipped me the phone. "Angel?" I cried, my face hurt so much, I. “Where is she?” Bear asked. The guys filled him in on the evening’s party favor. “So, that sissy bitch is still back there?” he asked. Max replied, “Where the fuck is she going to go?!” “Well, y’all aint gonna have all the fun” as he strode to the back room. Jon exclaimed “The cunt is in for it now!” then grabbed another beer. Finding the strength, Holly had rolled over onto her side and removed the beer bottle, her body weak and tired from the abuse. Trying to collect herself, she was startled. Fuck. Fuck.’ He thought to himself. He could only imagine what he might have been tempted to do if he had gotten her back to his office. The thought of her alone in his office with him made his brow bead up with sweat. If she only knew what kind of fantasies he had about her that involved his office. They usually involved her being naked on her knees on the floor of his office with him kneeling behind her, her lovely ass spread out in front of him. Or another favorite was her spread out on. ." I won't, dear. These are my own concerns, really. I can't for the life of me figure out why I didn't think of them before."Diane nodded. At least she felt a little better about that problem. She would leave it in her mother's hands.Unlike a lot of teenage girls, Diane had a very good relationship with her mother. She trusted her mother not to interfere in her own life too much, so that any questions that were asked Diane knew were well-intentioned. So she was perfectly willing to defer this.