Her name is Victoria, by the way, ' Emily informed him.'All right, hopefully I'll be ready to talk to her tomorrow.''You'd better be, because we're no... going to pull any punches. If you say you'll be ready by tomorrow, then I'm going to count on it. By the way, this isn't just for Victoria to feed to the press. You've got people hungry for this information. We've heard from some gang bangers in San Diego—where we don't have a presence—who are interested in our religion. So far we've managed to. I woke up outside my house, fully clothed in uniform that was clearly not mine, Mr K probably took a few spares from the lost property at school. I’m guessing my own uniform must have been torn off of me in some way, as I doubt they would have wasted much time undressing me; the drug only seems to last about 30 minutes, dependant on quantity of course. I picked myself up from the ground, dusted myself off and headed inside, my keys under the welcome mat as always, but my mother was wide awake. " He began to protest his innocence but she silenced him. "What do you want, Ryan?" "To… to come." "Where?" she barked. "Her…" he thought a moment, worried it might be a test. "Her face." "You want to ruin that pretty face? Make a mess of her. Come on her lips, her nose, eyes, in her hair? Fuck her face?" Ryan nodded and Jules nodded slower, some sort of acceptance. "So Becks was right." "Becks?" "Come on, Ryan," she spat. "Wrack your brains. Or do all your conquests mean so little to you?". And horny. But it feels good. I don’t wnat to be alene. I wish … wish… she didn’t have to go and tonight would never ever ever ever end. Mmmmmmm She is soooooo awesome and soooodefinietly baet beua beautiful!!! I can’t belevie what happend today- but I ll have to wtire write more tomorw. I’m in teh mood for somethig else other than this journal rite now. Saturday, July 9, 2012 Oh God on a toilet… Why did I drink so much last night? You’d think my Scandinavian genes would be good for something.