As i lived in flats our electric meter is in ground floor so if there is anyone to measure the electric reading we would be intimated by that muslim w...men because she is in ground floor we’re in 1st floor. one day my mom and dad left for shopping , and they informed about my loneliness to that lady, they too told call me whenever there is any one for reading(meter) that afternoon, 2.00 p.m., there was a knock in my door i was taking short nap. she was leaning on the door but i hadn’t noticed. Miss Evans of my English class gave me lots of ways to “think about” things like this in Creative Writing. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you, Dear Diary, but I certainly would like to be a writer sometime when I grow up. How exciting! In fiction and writing, you can make things happen that may NEVER happen in real life….or maybe WILL!!!! Well, I had some great dreams after Thanksgiving and after Daddy and Mommy took me to the drive-in, and I’ve decided that Janice (that’s my Mom, you know). I know!) Paul gave her £100 to get the ferry back to Holland and she had the use of the hotel room for the night. He left and she cried for a few hours.She awoke and left the hotel early and went for a coffee . It was then when she went to pay for it that she realised that the £100 was gone. She had lost it . Now, Lotte had no money to get back home to Holland. "So Dave, this is how I am on the streets for 3 weeks now" Can't you call home and get them to wire you some money ?" No!, I am never. It was a giant old house in the foothills. As we entered, we were fitted with a metal bracelet, with a lock, on our left wrist. This designated us as voyeurs and not participants. We were escorted into a dining room set up with a bed in the middle and flanked by chairs along the sides. There were twelve chairs and other couples entered. June grabbed my right hand and squeezed it as the exhibitionists got on the bed. As the couple began, June's grip got firmer. During the woman's cunt being.