I just knew that I wanted to get us as far away from the theater security as I possibly could.I breathed heavily as I drove down the street. I was go...ng at least ten miles over the speed limit.“You can slow down now,” Becca told me. “We're not being followed.” I took my foot off the gas pedal and slowed down until I was going the normal speed limit. Suddenly, I realized something.“Wait!” I gasped. “The license plate! The security officer saw it! What if he...”“Relax,” Becca said. “It's a. I am a piece of shit. *************Doug is dependable, I asked him to keep a journal and he did. I did noteven get around to reading it, but he kept it. I should have read it, butwas too busy with myself on an ego trip.I was such a fool to treat such a great man how I did. This journal isjust making me see how great he is again. How could I have forgotten?When did I start to take him for granted? Why is it that I started to seehim like other men? Do I have trust. Faith broke out the weed and we all smoked up and had a good time. Chet sat beside me and we dangled our legs off into the empty pool end. We talked about the upcoming games and the movies in theatres and about what music we liked. He was such a sweetheart and we clicked so magically with each other. The weed was definitely kicking in and he was getting over his shyness and slided a bit over to me. Despite the sheer number of cocks that had plowed my pussy, ass and mouth over the last four. * I like to run. It puts me in a good headspace where I can forget the past and not concern myself about the future - just concentrate on the here and now. I get into a state that some people used to call flow - a state of body and mind where everything’s working together in harmony, the way it was designed to - muscles and mind synchronized, senses tuned to their highest pitch. At times like that, I feel like I could just run forever….That afternoon I got off the road - there’s a faint,.