Oh God, please... please... give me peace.***October 5Here the diary resumes in another handI, Jonathan Douglas, resume this diary, that the events co...cerning the passage of my beloved Leona may be recorded for posterity. Yesterday night she took this from beneath her pillow and pressed it into my hand, saying she could write no more and the contents might offer me some comfort. After she had gone to sleep, I did read, and found great comfort in her calm acceptance of the calamity which has. When she'd stumbled out of the bar two weeks ago, well-fucked by Kent and all his patrons, she'd looked essentially the same as when he'd first laid eyes on her, barring the addition of a few tattoos - a sweet, pretty, skinny young girl. But now ... well, in addition to the half-dozen new tatts that she'd gotten since then, she'd grown significantly more muscular, her bust size had been artificially doubled, and the innocent young girl was dressed in an obvious imitation of her mother.After. Oh god, what am I trying to say?” I took her hand and led her over to the couch and sat her down and sat down alongside her, “I think I understand” I said, “The others being so much more experienced than us in sexual matters you thought they’d maybe tease, or even make you feel inadequate?”“Yes” she gushed, “That’s exactly what I thought”“But you did come over to share?” I asked“Oh god yes” she groaned, “If you only knew how long it’s been…sigh…Jeff seems to get busier and busier with his work. I have no need of more.” So, that's not it. Lucy tried to think. She looked over to the cabin at the bottom of the garden. She'd moved her paints easels and canvases from there last month and turned the spare bedroom into her studio for the winter. “ Do you think my summerhouse would make a good office for your work?” Without answering, Jöran looked across to the end of the garden. He then slid his hands along the back of her thighs as far as her bottom. “ Oh, my God!” she gasped. “ Yes,.