* I feel horrible as I say this. Embarrassed. I dont know whether Byron is angry/ worried or scared. *Fuck* he says. Im beginning to wish I hadnt ph...ned. I dont want him to think of me as unstable and needy. *What will I do Byron?* *Youve got to make yourself sick. Stick your fingers down your throat. Fuck. Make sure you keep walking around Rach. Im going to phone you an ambulance.* This panics me. *You cant. Jane works in casualty. She might see me.* *Dont be fucking stupid* he says. *No.. Gary stood transfixed by the sight of Diane nude and sweating on our bed struggling to get up."Gary's gonna fuck you and if you don't behave I'll let him take you in the ass." I demanded. She knew that when she had done something wrong, like spending too much money on herself, I would take her anally. It was a deal we had worked out when she bounced a few checks.Diane watched with wide eyes as Gary undressed and pulled out his cock. "I think I want her to suck me to get me in the mood" he said. "What's up?" Just looking for a phone." I waved the card."Dude," he laughed. "You're supposed to wait 3 days before you call."I shrugged. "I'm curious. It's her work number, anyway. I doubt she went straight there, so she won't be around to answer." Okay, dude." Want to come listen?" Sure." He glanced around. "Oh hey, there's one!"So we headed to the booth. I pulled out the calling card I'd bought to call home from Italy - I didn't need it anymore. I dialed, then as it was ringing Edward and I. This process took a few weeks, but it did a good job. Much ofthis time Jon was on tranquilizers. This is a picture of Jon about twomonths after the hair removal. Notice his hips and legs. His breastshave not started to develop yet. This makes me wonder because his mom hasvery very large breasts. I thought his breasts would be like hismothers. I had bought him some new pants that fit, but it doesn't seemthat he has noticed the changes. Two more months go by and his breastsstart to show..