Then I had dinner and thought well if we are to go out to night she must surely call soon. At around about half eight or a quarter to nine that evenin... I finally admitted to myself that she wasn’t going to call. But I knew she would have a very good reason for not doing so. Though I couldn’t think of any at the time. The thought that she didn’t phone because she wasn’t interested in me began to occur to me. But I dismissed it on every occasion. On Sunday I again got out of bed early and waited. For me at first just hi bye then about studies and still later she used to talk generally like a friend but nothing about sex. Whenever I see her I used to imagine her in my bed and used to masturbate. Day by day my lust towards her was increasing. Adding to it, her bedroom was next to mine. I can hear her moans whenever they make out. I always wanted her in bed but I was kind of, scared of consequences. Once her hubby went to trip on office work and at the same time she fell sick. So my mom. Fletcher would be our swimming instructor as arranged by the school for the rest of the year. Mr. Fletcher first asked us if anyone already knew how to swim, a couple of kids raised their hands, he had them get in the pool to demonstrate to him if they could. One was proficient, so was sent to the bigger pool, the other two could barely cross this small pool, so he had them remain until they improved.That first hour lesson all he taught us to do was float, he explained that this was probably. I respect that.Then the Black Lives Matter thing hit home with the murder of a black man in Minnesota. I support BLM and you damn know by now that my vagina is an equal rights opportunist! I have had all races, creeds, faiths, and hence my Lush name Allflavorsboston. I love all flavors of humanity. I’m hoping to go camping this month (July) but, until then, I’m going in to work part-time and do the rest from home. I find myself masturbating more than normal.~~~~I had to go to Walmart and I hate.