I am a boy. I will say no to Stepsie and I will get dad to help me. But how, he is always at work.Did he just get married so someone will take care of...me? Does he really love me? Does he not see what is happening?I have to go to sleep now.September 27Hi DiarySorry about last night. I went on and on didn’t I? I am so sorry. Just who else can I tell about these problems to? A lot has happened today. I don’t know where to start.When I got up I was wet. Stepsie (StepMum) came in and started. Bell gave me a look, and I left it to him."Jack, I just got off the phone with Judge Jones. The intelligence your people gathered a few days ago has blossomed into something no one ever suspected. I am sure Judge Jones has his own briefing to give you, but here is mine: most federal investigations against organized crime move from the street up hill, to the highest level mobster they can indict."Because of what Tim Sanderson gave up, the DOJ is working from a VERY high level downstream, towards. She was a young girl, just about eighteen. Her blonde hair sat on her shoulders and stopped just above her round, heavy breasts. She had a tiny waist on her petite frame, wide hips, slender arms & legs but most notably: a mesmerising arse. A proper bubble butt, full in all the right places: almost as though it were begging to be spanked and in yoga pants. Well, it’s a wonder the other men in the room could miss it.I came in for my first session in early January, the gym was still busy with a. She called Sheena."Jas! You made it!" Not yet. But I can make phone calls now. I take it you're back on Earth.Earth Prime?" Yeah. If this is an alternate reality, it sucks in all the ways our homereality sucks." Is Steve still Stevie?" Yup. A bit strange, living with a girl again. Haven't done that sincecollege." Are you guys still boyfriend-girlfriend?" Um. No. I'm still working coffee carts. Stevie's working the truck stop.When she's not in a casino." Did he get rid of his glyphs? Er, she..