With respect to fucking, even though my arse was technically no longer virginal, it had been penetrated while I had been engaged in heterosexual fucki...g, and so my mind had been unable to separately distinguish how I felt about having a penis inside me. With respect to my experience at the pool party with our black American friends, my enjoyment was not so much a result of homosexual proclivity, as it was the humiliation of seeing Diane abandoning herself to their sexual urges, and the. Plywood was both being made, as well as cut to size. Measurements were brought to the cutters as needed, and the pieces were then cut and given to those waiting for them with very few errors in the dimensions. When there were any errors, the jokes would break out and fun was had by all.Hammers were being swung by both men, and women. In other words there were no men only jobs, nor were any jobs labeled for women only. When the lodge’s design was first laid out, women had the most input to. I'd thoughtmine were long when I first noticed them this morning, but hers were asolid half-inch longer, with a french manicure. I didn't remember herwearing them that long before, but I never really paid that muchattention to them, since she was Mark's girlfriend, not mine."You should probably start doing your makeup," she said while pullingsome of my hair into a small braid. I wasn't sure if I could. I knew Icouldn't get away with just a fresh coat of lipstick like I had at thegym this. I see an angry woman. I see a troubled woman. I see a woman who has a difficult time making it through her day. I see an unemployed woman and a homeless woman who still lives in the bedroom of a kind, elderly, albeit crazy Mennonite woman. I see a woman whose only enjoyment in life is writing fictional stories while living her life in fantasy instead of reality. Woe is me but I’m good. I’m getting better every day. With writing my therapy, I’m heeling myself. If I could to change one thing.