" Sonia's eyes widened. "Make love? That's the last thing on my mind." "Why don't you let it be the first thing on your mind for now?" I asked her. ...I can't." "Are you nervous?" "Yes, I am. This never happened to me before." "Well, relax. Let me take care of you. It's your birthday and I want it to be something worth remembering--something that will leave a permanent mark in your heart for life." "How do I know you won't hurt me, Annette?" "I would never intentionally hurt you, Sonia. . She gave me the coffee and gave me an action like removing my towel. Her games had leveled up, the second thing to notice.While I was facing the wardrobe mirror drying my hair, she pinned me close to the mirror and found her bathrobe swinging on the sides to cover me and that was when I realized she was naked the whole time.She placing one hand in front of my neck and pulling my head back, whispering in my ear, birthsuit ready for the birthday baby and started rubbing her boobs on my back. Riving back home that night, I really found it difficult to get Diane out of my mind. For the first time since Connie, I had found a girl I really felt attracted to. With Connie, it wasn't so much a physical attraction for her as it was another quality, which I had taken to labeling charisma. With Diane, it was a strong physical attraction, plus the fact I liked her flamboyant and exuberant approach to life. How many girls would have been willing to make the kind of public spectacle of. I pick it up and look at the cover, which says "Journal" in atext that looks like it started out as gold leaf, but over the yearsmost of it has rubbed off.Inside it, the whole thing is full of neat and old-fashioned lookinghand writing, dated entries which looks as if they were done with aproper fountain pen. Going to the inside cover I see the author haswritten:"The Diary of a Rake", and in a footnote, "being the personal journalof Anthony de Quincy, Baronet".What is Tanja doing with this.