"Too many stories and being nervous about moving into a newhome. Everything will look brighter in the morning." As his parents walked off, he could sw...ar that he could smell roastedmarshmallows."Ghosts?" Jason thought as he saw the rocking chair in the corner of hisroom start rocking by itself. He shivered despite the extra blanket. Helistened to the house's pipes, and creaking boards, unable to sleep. He reached into the drawer and pulled out the diary.JUNE 12 - EVENING. "The first counselor. Way better than You. He grabbed my breasts a lot and squeezed them, grabbed my neck and rubbed my clit from behind as I moaned with pleasure. He was doing me from behind like this when he came, he squirted cum all over my ass. I told him to use a condom when we were undressing, but I have no idea if he even had one. I had very little control over anything, but I didn't care, I liked it and I loved feeling his hot cum. He then scooped his cum from my ass and made me suck it. Trina finally found the nerve to leave her room again and get something to eat from the kitchen."Whatcha watchin'?" I don't know... some Lifetime movie." Ech," Trina said, plopping down in the chair. "I hate that channel. It's supposed to be television for men, but everything deals with women being beaten or abused." I think the point is that they fight back or rise from it." Whudeva," Trina said, her mouth full of chips, thankfully swallowing before she finished, "I normally lose interest. Thank you, thank you. Oh God." He was breathing the words, like a little prayer, kissing my hair, my cheek. And I hugged him back, crying because I'd missed him so much."I'm sorry, Daddy," I said. "I'm sorry." Because there was nothing else I could say."I'm sorry too, Sam. I'm so sorry. I called everybody. I called Jenny, your friends, nobody knew where you were," he told me quickly. "I was so worried. Don't do that to me again." I won't," I promised, wiping my face on the sleeve of his.