I guess I've missed writing the diary. You see, it acts as a kind of confessional for me. I don't go to confession any more, and writing my diary acts...as a way of unburdening myself of my concerns. When I used to go to confession at church, I always used to come out feeling refreshed. Although, deep down, probably eager to sin again.If I was able to go to confession now, I would tell the priest that I've been keeping lots of secrets these last few weeks. I'd tell him that I've been telling lies. She was the type of girl he usually invited in.“I could stay out of your way, if you’d like,” Lizzie said, catching the troubled expression on his face. She looked down at the container of sugar she was holding and hooked a lock of hair behind her ear.Nate glanced at her and felt a pang of guilt. He hadn’t meant to hurt her feelings.“No,” he said, not believing what he was saying. “You’re great. I’m just a bit knackered.”“Must be nice,” she said.Nate wondered what in the world could be nice. They had closed the case. Were you aware of this when you confessed to killing Mr. Kinneson?" I was told that the man who had raped me had died. I found out how after I remembered setting the car on fire." If they had already closed the case as an accident, and were no longer interested in it, why did you confess to killing him?"Lacey's lip wasn't quivering any more. She was in full control of herself again."Because what I did was wrong," she said.Roger's mind whirled. He'd been so anxious to. Now I am certainly no virgin, but I am also not used to the forceful jab that she did with that dildo. I squell and she laughs evilly. While brutally driving that fat dildo deep into me and back out again she tells me that I have really messed up by letting her find me like this.With each inward shove the dildo bottoms out it's length in my ass, I whimper. When she pulls it out completely out I sigh with relief. But then she shoves it right back in again, then out, then back in. Oh my God, she.