Dear Diary, | Late at night, sometimes, you | whimper. I think it wakes me every I want him to use me. | time. | That sounds weird, doesn’t it? I | It scares me just a little; I know don’t understand. | right away that something’s wrong. | You’re as close to me as
Jane was asleep on the sofa. That’s what started it. Rick and I had been watching late-night TV, and maybe drinking a little, and Jane was asleep on the sofa. I was stopping over one night with Rick & Jane, because I couldn’t get a connecting flight until next day. I had suggested booking a