She was definitely stronger than me, and knowing it seemed to give me some peace. I was happy for her, that she hadn't wasted most of her time worryin... about what would ultimately happen.By page ten, I felt a little overwhelmed. I wasn't reading anything particularly bothersome. It was just being in my mom's head that I needed a break from. So I closed the diary, wanting to come up for air. I stood up, ready to take it back to my room and lock it as it had been before I opened it; but I hadn't. Me and Lisa were the last standing; that was the same too. We were inseparable in college. We loved music and worshiped the same angsty American grunge - Pixies and Nirvana mostly - and tried to outdo each other in the race through the standard outsider fiction; Kerouac, Salinger, Camus. We thought we were so cool. The thing is, she really was. Blonde, bubbly, with a woman's figure and a girl's sense of fun, she was as comfortable in a prom dress as a baggy knitted sweater. I think I loved her. “Truly, sometimes I fear my height may dissuade you. Juvenile fears, I admit, but they come nonetheless.”“Your height? I’m a little short guy.” And Beatrice teased him enough about it too. Well, everyone had, growing up. Nothing major or problematic, but enough teasing to make it a sore memory.Antoinette laughed, and slid one of her hands down his body to tease along his abs and the leanness of his stomach.“And yet, it is your small frame I wish between my legs.”“ ... god I love your legs.”This. That is all from me. I'll leave you to it.EnjoyWelcome to a world of Female Supremacy. A world where women rule and men are obedient to their female overlords. The year is 2478. For over 2000 years the world was controlled by men, and they drove it to the brink of destruction. Half a dozen world wars, numerous small conflicts, global warming and a world full of starving, suffering people.May 9th, 2087, a group of women have had enough and form "The Council of Six", consisting of the most.