..I watch as your eyes glaze over, my hand wonders over your thigh as I tell you my dream. I see you subtly rock back and fourth, barely noticeable to...anyone but the untrained eye. My dream was sweet but short and I soon run out of material. “I can speculate as to how it would end...”I confess to you my dirty little fantasy that I had only moments before you came down the stairs in as much detail as possible. You begin to squirm noticeably and I permit my hand to wander further up your thigh.. Annette stands like a capital Y, with arms wide stretched, her small breasts becoming so flat that they hardly protrude, except for her girlish nipples. Her rib cage is visible as shades. Small fluffs of black hair can be discerned in her armpits. The hair on her head is big, curly and uncovered, reaching down to her shoulders. She is ready for her punishment. -.- Chapter 7. Arnold He has come early to get a place just in front of the delinquent. The inn. I started making friends and soon had a busy social life going. A chefs' schedule is always hectic and crazy. Maybe that's why so many of us get into drugs and alcohol. You tend to need a lot of stress relief. I tend to stick to booze and weed but if someone offered me an E or shrooms I wouldn’t say no.Probably my closest friend there was a bartender named Sara. She was a beautiful shapely strawberry blonde, my age and newly married. Her husband Gary was one of our floor managers, a really. .I remember shouting "Tom, Tom!" One of the nurses grabbed my arm and took me to a private room where Tom was sitting in bed...I could hardly see him because of the tears! The room was so bare...just my Tommy, a cabinet, and the bed that he was sitting in. I ran over to him and hugged him so hard...he held me, but was so weak, I could hardly feel him! He looked up at me and said "I need a whiskey, Jo...get me a whiskey!" Typical bloody East End theory...get a whiskey...that will solve it! I.