I'm always afraid of the next assignement i will receive because i know it will be difficult and i'll be in pain but at the same time i know i deserve...it, i can't keep my mind away from this and it's like my all life is turning around this. Like shit for example, i hate it, i really do. i don't know why but everybody seems to want to see me eat shit. Just last week i had to eat shit 3 times in different ways. i ended up with diarrhea and to have to eat the shit i had already eaten. i don't. When I finally came up for air, all I could think of was getting back to my room, tearing off my clothes and hers, and fucking her silly until the sun came up. And then Kim was there, covering her friend's hand with her own and pulling down on my neck to kiss me as well.The three of us made it back to my room in record time. Along the way, I discovered that the black-haired beauty's name was Alison, that she and Kim were best friends from Eastern Catholic high school (about half a mile from. I closed the door behind me and crossed the lawn on a diagonal to get around the fence. When I opened the door, the conversation cut off and all heads turned to look at me. I looked back and I knew that I’d been the topic of conversation.“By all means,” I said, “please continue. What’s the morning’s topic of conversation? Last night’s party or my condition this morning?”“A little of both,” Mom said lightly.I took a seat at the empty seat and winced a little at the movement this caused in my. Trapped like a rat. The room felt even smaller, way too small. My head twitched slightly in what obviously was taken for a nod. Then she was gone again, closing the door behind her this time, doubtless to make sure mom signed all the appropriate paperwork. Small consolation.Kara smiled brightly, an expression which only barely showed signs of wear from overuse, and gestured towards the table in the center of the room."Fine! Tracy, you just slide out of your clothes and put on this gown" -- a.