"Aren't you mad at me?" Why would I be?" she giggled. "I put your hand there, dummy. Its been there most of the night. I wanted to see what it felt li...e." I know what it feels like to me, and it isn't helping me any. It feels really nice, but I have to pee reeaaally bad." We better get up before they come out of the bathroom, then" Denise said. "The hand thing would be hard to explain. I'm glad the cover was over us."I didn't see anything when she got up, but I tried. 'What has gotten into her'. James decided to do a few chores since he didn’t need to be at work till 10:30am. As he walked by Chrystal’s room, he noticed a red book laying on her bed. He didn’t want to intrude, but his curiosity kicked in. He sat on the edge of her bed, opened the diary and began to read. “Today daddy and I are going on a long walk to our special hidden place!!” James realised his daughter had written a story, so he continued to read:“The day was warm and sunny, so I decided to wear my extremely revealing. He thought that he had finally cooled her down a bit. “You know I love it when your Irish gets going.” He looked into her eyes and saw that she had blown off all the steam she wanted. He kissed her again, letting go of her arms, which she threw around him. She pulled him closer to her and ran her hand across the back of his head. “Ow! that’s where the book got me.” he said, grimacing in pain. “I’m sorry baby. You know I’d never hurt you,” she said sweetly. “Well, you sure have a funny way. Ms. Valentine.” There was a momentary pause on the line. “Maybe you should call me Sara.”A big, wicked grin spread across Kat’s face and the tone of her voice instantly changed from vague annoyance to friendly greeting. “Well hi!” said Kat. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”“I really need to talk to you,” said the English teacher.Kat looked around quickly to be sure that no one was home, then grabbed a sparkling water from the fridge and sat down at the kitchen table.“What about?” asked Kat in as.