Journal Entry Number Eight:Something's off, and I'm starting to get weirded out. The bright light I keep seeing is getting harsher, and I'm still havi...g serious migraines. Sitting in the dark helps, but I'm feeling weak and really out of it.Maybe I should call Janelle and have her bring the kids home. I miss them, and school is about to start. My depression is getting worse, and I need someone around. I'm sure that the voices I'm hearing are just people outside. Maybe I should talk to the doc. I lay my right arm over her shoulders and lean over. She meets me the other halfway, allowing me to take her mouth in mine. Like every time, our tongues entangle in perfect unison and I am blown away by how perfect she is. We slide into the back seat, still joined in an oral fantasy, and I wrap both my hands around her waist. Fuck, I’m already going hard and we’ve only kissed! I slide my hands under her sundress and pause at her breasts. “You sure you trust me?” I whisper in her ear. I love. Have you ever thought about it?”“To be perfectly honest, it’s crossed my mind a couple times, but never took any action on it.”“Well, I’m honored to be the one,” Sage feigned humility.“Me too,” Don added.“When was the last time it crossed your mind.”“Uh. It was a couple weeks ago. I was standing behind this real feminine Latino dude at the post office. He had on some real tight jeans and a nice ass. I thought it was a woman at first. Then he turned around and I saw his goatee.”“Nice! What. "Reluctantly the senior girls put aside their zappers and the schoolsettled down to breakfast as we sissies finally found relief andcompleted our waitressing duties. Finally after breakfast, we sissieswere required to go down on our knees and scrub the floor. Even thenthere was little respite for us sissies. The senior girls had eachslotted our butt plug controllers into the central control board and thesupervising mistress could now choose to excite any sissy she wanted.As we beavered away.