. all that I've written on this computer, i.e. all that I've written since I went to work for Joe. And Joe did lie to me bout the vasectomy but he had...'t intended to make me pregnant... not at first. It was only after I sent the e-mails and he accidentally got into all that I'd written that he and Val decided that it was a fair way to get back at me for faking my virginity (and Joe had believed me and felt guilty about it) and for planning to break up their marriage. She says that I deserve it. I explained to him that I had just recently gotten the number.He apologized, "I'm sorry for bothering you. Thanks." And before he said good-bye I blurted, "It's no problem at all. Have a good day, Sweetie!" And as soon as the call disconnected I wanted to kick myself. Why had I let him go so easily? I should have come on to him, flirted more.Oh well, I thought, and I laid back and reached for my vibrator. The callers sexy voice rang in my ears as I started to masturbate once again.Not two. I throw the tee and panties I was using to a pile of dirty clothes, and get to the shower, locking the door when I'm in. While I shower, I try to remember the dream I was having just before I woke up. I'm sure it was something perverted, because I feel a little warm down there. It must be because of what I did yesterday.I was surfing the net, chatting with friends and fooling around, when I found an erotic video. Porn is not unknown to me. Being sincere, I usually watch some porn, if I can be. There was something Bob wasn’t telling me, but I had no idea what it could be. So finally, we decided to call it a night and go home. We tossed our empties and headed to Bob’s house. I said goodbye, and we agreed to talk later.The following week was a carbon copy of the last week. I went out every day and put in applications at almost every business within walking distance. There was another thing. On Wednesday, Mom told me she had a boyfriend, and he would move into the house.When I asked.