”“A journal? In paper? Don’t you like have Tumblr or Facebook?”“Yeah, but I want this on paper.”“Are you going to sharpen your own quill...?”“I want to be a writer. Ms. Levy said today that the one thing a writer does every day is write. She suggested a journal.”“It’s pretty. So soft,” Francie said as she stroked the cover.“Are you going to let us read it?”“It’s personal, Em. That’s why it’s not online.”I was going to have to do something about that. I thought that if I kept it in my secure. "OK, good," she started. "Now, all of you can open your closets."There was a brief cacophony as the boys scrambled to open the doors.Then the room was filled with all sorts of sounds: some surprises, somecomplaints.Al just stared into shallow closet. He saw it was divided in half: halfwas a stack of drawers, half had clothes hanging. The clothes he sawwere several dresses, skirts, tops and some other things. He lookedaround in a panic to see if there had been a mistake. A quick glance atthe boy. I looked at her and asked if she was ok and questioned her. By now my cock had gotten hard and bulging through my pants. Aunty Tania replied “I like making men hard”. Me: “Well you shouldn’t you should only be doing it to your husband” Aunty Tania: “What does my husband know, I offered him everything and he can’t give me anything but what about you. I’ve heard about you” Me: “what have you heard and from where”Aunty Tania: “Come on, me and your wife talked about all sorts you think your. Hank had the man… dealt with, and since then, he had taught his children to read, and that was it. All of the children had electric shock collars around their necks to keep them from ever trying to leave, even if they had wanted to. Just before his fifty-six birthday, Hank had suffered from a heart attack. Having no way of calling for an ambulance without the authorities finding out what was going on in the house, Rebecca had had to watch her father die. All of his money was in cash in the.