I ought to feel so much more. Christopher. I know I should. That’s your fault. I know that too. You stare at me pained, hopeful, and wary. What are...you waiting for? This cocktail of me-suppressing drugs is no recipe for love. I can barely feel me, let alone you. I feel resentment stirring. Blessed resentment! That’s something, that’s mine. August They say I’m doing better. I’m off Suicide Street and have moved to Pitiful Parade. And they say that’s better. I wish you wouldn’t visit so often.. I told her that I wanted her to find a guy that she would like to give a blowjob to. I told her she could get any guy she wanted. She hesitated and didn't really want to do it but I reminded her of our deal. She finally picked out a good looking college-age kid. I told her she had to go up t him and flirt with him for a while and try to offer him a blowjob. She eventually got there, flirted, and made the offer. He took it! So now she was stuck because he asked her when and where and she didn't. At the due time, I entered the chat room. Gabriel soonmade himself known. I confessed more sex with men and pleaded for hishelp to overcome my sin. He promised that he would help me and I gave himmy address. He had a picture of me from my profile. It was strange. Someof the time he was very intensely religious and some of the time he cameacross as caring and kind. Had I not suspected him as the killer, I couldalmost have got to like him.The chat went on for another half hour. I had been giving. Then she heads over to her father and does the same before taking a seat at the table. She glances at Adam and says offhandedly, “Good Morning.”She has on tight jeans and a simple white shirt today. Again, she isn’t wearing a bra and both of her nipples can be seen clear as day beneath the thin material.“So,” she says smiling. “What are we doing today? I’m ready to begin work.”“Good,” her father says. “Your mother and I are going into town this morning. I need you to get the tractor over to the.