”“Yes, mama,” I replied before racing back to my room.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------Ten minute... before eight I came back downstairs, clean and dressed. My father was sitting in his chair, his head hiding behind the morning paper. My little sister was lying down on the floor with her chin resting on her hands watching cartoons. I also had an older brother, but he was no where in sight. I assumed he must be getting his morning chores done before. "She pulled out a large three ring binder that was over 3" thick."It's my diary. I've kept track of all the times I've had sex since from then to now. This is very special to me, and as my husband, I want to share this special side of me with you."I was speechless.I followed her explanation of the codes and numbers in the diary. In the span from age 15 to 24 years, 9 years, she's been with 400 different men and had sex over 3,500 times. By her estimate, she'd performed over a hundred gang. Over at the curl machine, Jill asked Cindy, "Have you ever thought about what it would be like to be with Mark?" "Jill, still staring at the well built manager, answered, "Who hasn't, with a body like that, he's girl's wet dream!!!" Cindy laughed and said, "You know what they say about black guys, don't you?!?" Jill gave a wicked laugh and held her hands about a foot apart and nodded, and both of them burst out in hysterical laughter!The free weights were at the far end of the room, and Mark. ”“Apologies, Your Highness, but I disagree, and I believe you will understand once I tell you what I have just now realized. If I am mistaken, you are welcome to bring Sir Bedivere back into the conversation, but in this moment, I must ask that you trust me,” Dave explained.“I think we should hear what the boy has to say,” came a raspy voice from the shadows of the room.The trio turned to see an older man, perhaps in his late sixties, entering through a back door to the laboratory. His gray.