"I got Chinese on the way home and stayed in that night, masturbatingagain. That day had been filled with so much.The next day I stayed in my apartme...t for re-writes, and long baths,and touching and climaxes, again. At 4 p.m. I decided I wanted more.I wanted my first sexual toy. It excited me to think of it. Ididn't want one of those 42nd street-like places. I wanted someplace more intimate, somewhere for women. I found one in the book,put on a denim skirt and white top and got in a cab. . “I’ve been reading Jane’s diary since she started keeping it,” she said and made a soothing gesture to her suddenly irate daughter. “I wanted to make sure you weren’t getting into anything dangerous like drugs or sex that you weren’t talking to me about,” she told her. “Did I ever once use those pages to punish you for the things you wrote about doing behind our backs? No. It was a tool to keep you safe without smothering you.” She gave Jane a wry smile. “Ironically, your feelings about John. . flustered by the time I woke up ....Over the next while I tried to get back into my normal routine, and whileI didn't forget what had happened, I did push it to the back of my mindwhile I tried to handle my day to day life.Until a letter arrived in the mail, which brought the whole episode backto me.It was from the office of the mayor of my city. It said that my "heroism"had been submitted for a civic award, and as a result I was being invitedto city hall to be honored.At first, I didn't want. I was in too much of a rush to think of a good excuse as to why they were wet, but there was no explaining the cum at all. Well, there was, but that was an explanation I sure didn't want to give.Bursting into the bathroom, I went straight for the sink and began washing the cum off, racking my brains for excuses for why the panties were wet. Maybe I spilled something on them? No, then she'd ask why I was in her room in the first place, and I know she'd assume if I was close enough to spill.