He says nothing. He Just press’s himself against me and I know its Justin. I struggle against him. I push him and twist against him. “Get off of m..." I scream at him, his hand claps over my mouth. I reach up to remove it but he is too strong. I brought my other hand up to, which had been trying to push him away. This is what he wanted. He grabs them both, spins me around, and quickly ties them together with some type of rope. I begin to scream again. A piece of fabric is cinched around my head. He, as well as his wife Sheila, knew, that friends never trespass on another friend's private property, if you understand me. The conversation between us had become a little risqué, quite a few times over the years."You'll never believe this Boney, but Dave had no idea that Bobbie Weatherspoon is a fitness freak." Sheila explained to him."Oh man! Now Dave you disappoint me. Why do you think I always take a short cut to the pool via the gym every day." It isn't a short-cut Boney. I thought you. That's all for today, seeya later, bye!September 10Dear Diary, Had a blast at the party, drank my first beer of the year!!! It was an out door affair, by the hosts pool, really neat! There were a stack of boys there from Angaston College (the nearest other school to us).The only trouble came when one of the guys got pushed into the water, and before ya knew it three more followed him in!!!Started gym class this week, I was pretty nervous in the change room, being so skinny and all. I really. She turns her head to look at Heph who seems completely oblivious to the blonde, but who is surveying Wendy with great interest. “Pretty,” he decides at last.He snaps his fingers and one of the dwarves steps forward, stooping to pull at the air. Wendy feels the net fall away from her in a way she can’t comprehend. “Stand!” Heph tells her.Standing is definitely better than being curled up on the floor, and Wendy gets to her feet, momentarily distracted by the blonde, who gives a desperate.