. Elizabeth gasped when she saw the six-inch purple vibrator that Charlotte pulled out. Charlotte, however, looked at it, pursed her lips to one side,...and set it down on top of the dresser and began rummaging through the drawer. She began pulling out one sex toy after another and setting them all down on top of the dresser, until—"Ah, perfect!"Charlotte turned around with that thing in her hands, and Elizabeth found her mouth unable to close. She'd never seen one, not really, but she knew. "He expected me to just go up there like Lisa's was gonna be happy to see me. "Peter." I remembered Missy's still sitting there. I didn't care. "Sir. Don't make me do this."He stared at me as he said, "Missy, would you please go tell Lisa we'll be in in uh minute?"Missy got that something just happened but not what. She went to the house."I thought you'd be happy." He said."I thought you'd talked to Leigh." Leigh liked hurting me. I wasn't good for Lisa. She deserved someone better. "Please. “Well girls what do you think do they look ok?” “They look really horny on you Lucy-Anne don’t they Monique?” “Yes but try on the sandals men do like to see a girls feet you know” I slip out of the court shoes and sit down and put on the sandals and walk to the mirror and pose. “Well what about these girls better than the court shoes what do you think?” Both girls look at me in these shoes and then decide together that it has to be the court shoes. I take off the sandal and put the court shoes. She smiled all the time and the snakes wrapped around her when she hissed. ‘If you are Satan, tell me. You must confess. You are Satan posing as a dream cop. I have heard about how you report these terrorist dreams to the FBI.’ I was eighteen and thought I was sophisticated but I couldn’t handle her. It was not like I had been writing a diary for a million years. How could I be eighteen? I must be twenty-five. I was born in 1965. It is is now 1992, and in October I will be 26. I started.