Inflamed.Melatonin's kicking in. Gonna-Thursday, January 25th, 2018Called in again but they told me I have to come in later in theafternoon for a big...sales meeting.I'm so tired, Diary.Body just feels heavy and ache-y and my stomach hurts.I can't. I fucking can't. I can't say it. I'm done. I'm donewriting. I'm sorry, Diary.I've got nowhere else to turn and nobody else to talk to, Diary.I'm a fucking junkie.In college, I screwed around with drugs a little. No big fucking deal.Tried some. My cock stands straight out at you and I wrap my towel around it, pressing it against my waist. I take you by the elbow and guide you around the corner to the showers.All the men of the soccer team are still there when we turn the corner, naked and mostly facing the shower-heads on the walls around the large open, u-shaped room. Their bodies are solidly muscled, most of them are olive skinned and speaking Spanish to one another, if they are speaking at all when we enter.One in particular. "You have so much to live for," he said. "I'm a sailor and we are off to Italy tomorrow. I can stow you away on my ship. I'll take care of you, bring you food every day, and keep you happy. When we get to Italy you will be SO GLAD you're alive"With nothing to lose and always wanting to see Italy, she accepted.That night, the sailor brought her aboard and hid her in a small but comfortable compartment in the ship's hold.From then on, every night, he would bring her sandwiches, a bottle of red. I discussed the idea with John, to feel him out, and he assured me that he was in. After a couple of emails, several text messages and a phone call, the wheels were set in motion. We made arrangements to meet at a local motel at 8ish. I would arrive early, meeting John there, so I could shower and so he could get me ready to meet Pete.Once John registered, we went up to our room. I quickly showered, and laid down on the bed with him to talk about our upcoming plans. I was afraid he'd freak when.