We made love and she fainted. It's been at least fifteen minutes, maybe more, and I can't wake her up. I've bathed her with a wet cloth. I've shaken h...r. But she won't wake up." Is she bleeding from her vagina?" Well, no. I mean I cleaned her up, and the only thing that came out was, uh, come."There was a babble of voices in the background. Jeff could hear a sound as Diana put her hand over the mouth piece, but could still hear her telling them that everything was all right, that Jeff had just. They do so much for me, teaching me how to be a Real Woman, and I want to give something back to them. They deserve it. My family is me, and I am my family. And of course you too, Dear Diary. Miss Evans of my English class gave me lots of ways to “think about” things like this in Creative Writing. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you, Dear Diary, but I certainly would like to be a writer sometime when I grow up. How exciting! In fiction and writing, you can make things happen that may. I surprised myself; only a moment ago I could have sworn that I'd had enough to last a week.Carmen drilled a one-inch-diameter hole in the wall above my bed. When I protested that a hole that large would be too obvious she smiled and reached into a bag she'd brought with her. She pulled out a little wall mirror, which she proceeded to fix neatly over the hole. The mirror wasn't more than ten inches across, but it had an interesting frame and looked nice on the wall.We had to rearrange the. Then I said sorry to her for what happened during the bathing time. She smiled and said its ok. Then I took my hand towards her boobs and started massaging them over the gown. Since I was not able to get an access to her boobs, I askedMe: mom why have u wore this gown. I’m not able to reach your boobsMom: because it is more comfortableMe: mom please do somethingMom: okay you can lift my gown till my boobs.By this suddenly my sadness turned to excitement. I sit on the bed and reached her legs..