Remember how I used to write this way? I thought I'd revisit...just for nostalgia's sake...
Today... I awoke and remembered the nightmare last night...ghosts and macabre things inside a room and I was trapped and crying...
Today...I hugged Sportacus so many times. He looked so gorgeous. A real handsome chap!
Today...I heard from G who sounds fragile and alone and it scares me.
Today...France and I talked and our first meeting was tentatively arranged.
Today...I texted FF and he was withdrawn and contemplative and sensitively sombre...I miss him and still desire him so much.
Today...I searched au pair agencies as that is what must happen, not just a name from the internet!
Today...I contemplated the funeral and discovered her body was being sent to the coroner a long way away...she was too young to die they said.
Today...I felt the slow strangulation in my throat again.
Today...a lovely voice from the past...unbelievable I know, but Mansion Man is so persistent (SJ remember what you said about wealthy, powerful men always expecting to get what they wanted?)...he made me smile and reflect and converse as he talked about his children, his business interests and his swimming pool! His son is a truly gifted writer and that makes him so proud!
Today...Mansion Man actually told me why he did everything but have full sex with me...no condoms!!! For goodness sake...this is why communication is so important...I had them in my hand bag all along both times.....I have to say I was in no fit condition to discuss them by the time he was pushing me on to my fifth orgasm of the afternoon!
Today...I have worried about work as usual...but not about Bitch...about next week's data.
Today...I have not, I repeat NOT, masterbated! Blimey...as Mansion Man asked, 'Are you ill?'
