..how can I go deeper? How can I live more completely into the Porn?I surround myself with people who throw themselves willingly into Porn.When I blog... they write, saying, "yes, go deeper." When I celebrate jerking off they say, "yes, jerk off more." When I wear panties and a bra to keep myself ever aware of Porn and sex they say, "yes, wear them all the time you are a real sissy slut."When I spend hours of my life surfing Porn and masturbating they say, "yes, spend more time with Porn." When I. Not today, Sonny Jim.I put my bag in the backseat and went to the trunk. I retrieved the L-shaped tire iron from there and slid half of it down the back of my pants. Sure, to anyone behind me, it was obvious what I was trying to conceal, but to anyone in front of me, they'd have no idea what kind of suffering awaited them. I closed the trunk and made my way to the vacant parking lot for some 'correctional education' of my own.I knew this was stupid, they could've had guns for all I knew, but it. “I mean, she was like my sister -- your sister, even! (And Sandy had always had masturbation fantasies about Anna!) And here I learned she had been riding Warren’s dick like a hobby horse for I don’t know how long! It’s almost like you and me fucking our brains out!” Sandy didn’t say anything. Diane came out of her rant and looked at him. She replayed in her mind what she had said. Then their mutual nudity dawned on her. “Oh! Sandy, that wasn’t ... I mean...”Stopping, she bent and glanced under. ”“Fuck!” My raised eyebrows stayed there, “That is the Parisian way, is it?”“I… I…” A tear fell down her cheek, “I have never hit anyone before in my life. It was horrible.”Her resolve crumbled and streams of tears ran down her cheeks. Her doleful eyes pleaded; I could not bear this any longer.“Come here.”Sat together, I gathered her up and felt her tight embrace, “It is okay…”A squall of tears followed and my consoling hand ran over her hair.At that time, I only cared about one thing: her.