It might brighten up life a bit. “What’s his name?” “Jeremy Clarke, would you believe,” Edgar said in a derisive voice. “ With a name lik... Jeremy he sounds a bit of a wimp, don’t you think?” “Sounds a nice name to me. All right, let’s meet him, and then decide. He might not want to board with a middle-aged couple.” “I knew you’d come round, darl. I’ll let the manager know tomorrow.” “I haven’t ‘come round’ yet, Edgar, so be careful what you tell the manager. When does this Jeremy arrive?” “I’m. .I'll let go as soon as you're as naked as I am...' All he had on was a t-shirt and tennis shoes. I pleaded '...I can't do nothing with you hurting me like that...' He yanked my penis up and pulled me closer to him with it and said '...if you don't want me to twist your little clit off you better put your arms around my neck and hold on tight...' As he said that, he started to lift me up and twist my penis. The pain was almost unbearable as I slowly raised my hands up between us. As I did so my. As the date approached, I started seeing threes in everything from the morning traffic to the evening news. I am somewhat prone to ranting, so Daisy was quite aware of my growing obsession.Three days before my birthday, I was in a surreal state somewhere between dread and amusement as the threes continued to pile up. I was trying to put these feelings aside and get some work done when my office phone rang. I answered and was pleased to here Daisy's voice, but a bit irritated by what she had. There was nothing in that journal that could help Melissa directly, but she was unsure whether it would help Cassie and her friends either. And there was no time to explain what it was.She finally disregarded them and replaced the false bottom, shoving the drawer closed with a bang. She stood up and thrust the envelope into Cassie's hands."It's in there, still sealed," said Debby. "I never thought of opening it. Just keep it from Melissa. Don't speak about it where she can hear. Don't let her.