Et je repensais ? un projet quej'avais depuis longtemps. Une formation professionnelle que j'auraisvoulu suivre, mais qui demandait beaucoup d'investi...sement. Si jen'avais plus ? m'occuper de Jean, j'aurais le temps de suivre ce stage... Et de monter en grade dans mon entreprise.Finalement, apr?s quelques jours de r?flexion, j'annon?ais ? Susan etJean mon accord. Je dis ? mon fils: "Tu vas tellement me manquer, monc?ur! Il faudra absolument m'?crire tous les jours!" Bien s?r maman, avec. I just wish she wasn't going tomake me do this to Ryan. At least Uncle Mark was somewhat nice to memost of the time. Ryan on the other hand still referred to me as "Sissy"at home and when he had friends over they taunted me and teased me,sometimes even trying to flip my skirt up. One time I saw them standingat the bottom of the steps trying to look up my skirt as I was going upthe steps with a load of clothes. I told Aunt Sharon about it and shetold me:"Boys will be boys. Get used to it. ‘Jess, keep talking while you finger yourself.’ Marti commanded. ‘I can feel his tongue working its way slowly from my belly button to the top of my mound.’ My ring finger slid inside me with no resistance. ‘And I can feel his fingers reaching inside me.’ ‘How many fingers?’ Marti let fly as I now noticed that she had both her hands at work. The fingers on her right hand were buried inside her, working a slow, in and out motion, as well as round and round, while she furiously rubbed her clit. "No," he said, "but it's OK to pray while smoking." Which isn't much to the point but it's funny. So I can't fuck while writing but maybe I can write while fucking except the fountain pen would probably leak and there's no way to get a keyboard in bed. Unless I got one of those wireless ones. Which reminds me I've got to buy a whole new set of linens because everything is wearing out, and there's no time to do that either because--Oh, Bob's coming up and am I glad, because if I go to sleep.