I guess I've missed writing the diary. You see, it acts as a kind of confessional for me. I don't go to confession any more, and writing my diary acts...as a way of unburdening myself of my concerns. When I used to go to confession at church, I always used to come out feeling refreshed. Although, deep down, probably eager to sin again.If I was able to go to confession now, I would tell the priest that I've been keeping lots of secrets these last few weeks. I'd tell him that I've been telling lies. I’m half dragged half walked to a vehicle. I hear the car door open and am pushed inside. I beg to be let go but only get the response of the radio being turned up. After driving awhile, the car is put in park and the door is opened. I’m roughly dragged out of the car and forced inside a house. I’m pushed through the house to the bedroom. There I’m pushed onto the bed. My hands are released from behind my back and recuffed above my head to the bed. I’m left there for several minutes. Suddenly. I held off explain until a little latter, when she told me to pull over up ahead that she had a spot out in the woods she went to hang out away from other people. That she wanted to show me. We walk out in the woods a little while till we came to a river where it was shallow, had a slow current, and a sand bottom. "Sometimes i even skinny dip around here." with a giggle and then ran into the shrubs. Less then a minute latter she ran by naked to the core and jumped into the water, her ass. Sorry. I tried not to wake you, she spoke in evoc, avoiding any disturbance to our children, who continued to sleep on their own blankets a few meters away.It’s okay. Still a little tired. You?Turning towards the facto that had stood guard over us, Zuri picked up a belt from one of its outstretched arms and buckled it around her waist before sliding the haft of a titanium rock hammer into one of it’s many open loops. Freed from burden the automaton silently lowered itself onto its haunches,.