becca came over early this morning. i was watching cartoons on tv in my jammies when she walked in. she did not say hi or anything. she did not say a word and i could tell something was wrong. becca is very aggressive and is only quiet when something is wrong so i asked her but she did not say anthing. she simply walked over to the couch stood me up and pulled my jammie bottoms down to me knees and took my hand and led me to the bed. all the while not saying anything. i was practically hopping like a bunny to the bed and trying not to fall down on my face because my jammie bottoms were by this time at my ankles and tripping me. i am sure i looked like a dufus hopping around. well she turned my back to the bed and pushed me backwards and i plopped like a pancake on my back. she went to the bed stand and got mr jiggles out spread me apart like a pretzel and rammed mr jiggles up miss prisses throat. wow i am sure i saw that thing poking out my belly button hahahahhahahahahah ouch becca take it easy. it is really strange that there was no neck kissing no cuddling no boob nibbling or any of those things we normally do. just eyes. we were staring at each others eyes the whole time. not talking. just eye locked. and as always i was the weaker of the two of us and i had to look away just as i cringed the first time. no way could i look at becca in the eyes as i folded inward. i almost bit my lip in half as i climbed that first mountain. my hips were arched up just as high as my poor back would raise them and i am sure in less than five minutes i had two really intense orgazums and i was litteraly climbing up the wall and i knew i was melting like a stick of butter on popcorn and i simply could not take it any more so i had to pull her back and say hey enough is enough. well it took me twenty minutes to catch my breath. my bed sheets were drenched so much i hope i did not pee all over them. i do not think i peed i think it was just sweat. i was soaked all over. my hair was matted to my forehead as if i had been walking in the rain. becca calmly waited her turn but oh my oh my i was totally exhausted. somehow i got the strengh to take mr jiggles from her hand and for the first time i noticed she was still fully clothed. i undressed her and tryed to do a little neck kissing and boob kissing but she was not interested in any of that. so i just gave her what she wanted and let mr jiggles do the talking for me. well something was really wrong because becca was not getting excited or anything close to it. so i put mr jiggles up and let my fingers do the walking through the yellow pages but nothing. well i know becca likes sheila kissed so i resorted to nibbling on her but after five or ten minutes becca was still stiff as a board and i knew she was not going to melt today. i never give up and was trying my best but becca just pulled me away and finally kissed me on the lips and turned over and cried. i rubbed her back but something more than a lack of a orgazum was bothering becca. i tried to find out but becca still said absolutely nothing. she finally got up and dressed and walked out to her car and said absolutely nothing the whole time she was here. so as of now i do not know what was up with her. i imagine she will call me later and tell me. i have made love with becca many times. but this is one of the few times it was pure sex with not even a attempt at love making. well i was putting my jammie shirt on when i noticed that both my babys were hurting. i always pinch my nipples during ohh la la but quite truthfully i do not remember even fondling them little lone pinching them. but the proof is in the pudding so to speak because both their little noses were sticking out to mars and were bluer than blue and quickly turning purple. oh well besides that i am feeling prety good. two intense earthquakes on a saturday morning is nothing to sneeze at hahahahhahahahahah. so i will say bye bye from me and the twins and miss priss of course. bye bye...

did you ever do something daring and you did not know why. did you ever do something daring just because you could do it and no other reason. did a time ever come about when you get this crazy thought and you acted upon it all at once with no thinking or you could not make sense of it but you just did it. well something happened yesterday. i was sitting on my den couch watching cartoons and feeling the suns rays come though my window and bouncing off my head and shoulders when i turned around and saw the mail man putting letters in my mail box. i watched as he drove off and the kinkiest thought came into my head. for some reason i wanted to take my clothes off and walk naked to the mailbox and back. i do not have the slightest idea where this thought came from. i was not thinking sexy thoughts or watching sexy tv and no one had come to my house that day and put a idea in my head. i do not know why but i just wanted to walk naked to the mailbox and back. at first i did not think i would do that but the more i thought about it the more i wanted to do it. i do not get much car traffic down my road becasue it is a dirt road and i only have the two elderly gentleman living next to me that i have talked about before so i thought i would probably be safe so i got up from my couch and walked to my front porch. i just stood there in the morning sunlight for about five minutes trying to get the nerve to take my clothes off. i am not very bashful as many of you know and i have sunned naked at nazeer pool and at the cow pond. i have ohh la la with nazeer on my back porch in daylight but even that is hidden from view so it is pretty safe. but this was different for some reason. i stood on my porch for a long time but i knew the whole while that i was going to do it if i could just calm down my breathing a little. so after five minutes and with not a single car coming down my road i slipped off my t shirt and shorts and undies and stood there on my front porch ready to dart into the house if i needed to. but no cars and i have to admit the wind on the twins make them stick their little noses out into the distance and i was breathing like i had must run three miles and my chest was heaving back and forth. so i just pinched their noses as hard as i could to try to calm them down and force the blood back into my body and walked toward my mail box with the sun beating down on my pixie haircut. yes i still have the pixie but i guess i will let my hair grow out now that winter is coming. anyway miss priss was starting to open her eyes and of course her eyes starting watering because she does not normally see this much sunlight and i made it to my mailbox ah la naturelle. well i looked both ways and i did not see a car and i was almost disappointed so like a nitwit i just stood there with my box open. yes there was a letter lodged there so i just stood some more either hoping or dreading a car would come and i do not know which. after about two minutes maybe i just walked down my road not having the slightest idea where i was going. i guess i really am crazy. i walked for about a fourth mile and i could not even see my house around the bend in the road when i could see a car way down the road and my heart jumped into my throat. all i could think is oh my oh oh my oh my oh my gosh i am naked i am naked i am naked. and i ran back to my mailbox as fast as i could but i did not go into my house. well i was so excited that the twins were now pointing towards the moon and miss priss needed a bib like the kind they give people at the spagetti place. wow she was so talkative that i just knew was going to start singing the star spangled banner. oh my gosh i thought i was touching a wet puppy dog nose. there was no way i could stop this feeling i had inside me so i just waited by the mail box. i could not see the car as it was getting closer but i could hear it around the bent. i did not know what to do i did not know what to do oh my gosh i did not know what to do so i squatted down and began to pick the flowers by my mail box with my back turned to the road and sure enought in about 10 seconds or so a car drove behind me as miss priss was gulping air and tingle bells were running up and down my spine. i stood up as the car passed but never looked at it. i have no idea who was in it or if it was a man or woman or teenager or what. the car did not honk or slow down and i can only think what they must be thinking hahahahahhahahah oh my oh my oh my. i was breathing so heavy that i thought i was going to faint and i walked back into my house with my hands pushing in on my belly button as hard as i could. i almost pushed a hole in my belly and i am sure i have finger pints on my liver. i could not help it. i had to hold it in. so i left my clothes on the porch and went straight to my bedroom dresser and bypassed every member of the jiggles family including aunts and uncles and long lost cousins and grabbed straight for the monster. oh my i was so geared up that miss priss could not wait even ten seconds when all three of us were reciting the constitution. in unison we read every line, verse chapter and sub chapter and i just knew i was going to die or shrivel up into a little prune. three times we ran up a big hill and three times i was carried down by that monster and i just knew he was going to eat me alive. oh my i did not know if i was going to live or not but somehow i survived. it took me 35 minutes to catch my breath and when i did i fell asleep like a little baby and slept for two solid hours. i could barely walk when i got up. the twins had calmed down but miss priss still was hoarse from reading the constitution. normall miss priss wears a hat in the house but in celebration of the ocassion she took off her hat and refused to wear it for the rest of the day. well that was my friday in my dull little world

becca brought over a newspaper yesterday. there was a article that said a skalaton was found in a field with a hole in its head. the skalaton was dead. what caught beccas interest was that the fingers had been cut off at the first nuckle. all of them were cut off. as becca read it to me we realized that it sounded like the mafia man who used to work at our club. i talked about the mafia man in my aol journal that many of you have read. i hated the mafia man and i was very afraid of him. i had to pay him over 200 dollars every week or he said he would cut my fingers off and i absoluetly believed him. we had over 100 dancers in my club and as far as i know all of the dancers paid him every week except for becca and i think she was crazy not to. we were so afraid of him that he ohh la la with any dancer he wanted married or not at any time he wanted. as far as i know they never told their husbands. i have seen him many times get a dancer whose husband was in the club and he would take her and screw her in the makeup room while the husband was in the next room. sometimes there might be 10 or 15 girls putting makeup on as he was screwing another dancer on the couch. he made no attempt to go to another room. he did that on purpose to hu mel e ate the dancer and get control not only of her but all of us and it worked because i did what ever he wanted no matter what because i was terrified of him. if i was in the makeup room i tried my best to hurry up and leave whenever he came in. he was very mean. the manager did nothing. i knew the manager very well but he never wanted to talk about the mafia man so i do not think he was part of it and for all i know he paid the mafia man too but i do not know that for sure. when i first got a job at the club i did not even know what a four oclock girl was although i suspected there was a vip room so i told my boss i did not want to be a four oclock girl and i did not want to work in the vip room. so i was there about a year until the mafia man room comes into the make up room and i thought he wanted to ohh la la again but that is not what he wanted. he said i had to either work as a four oclock girl or the vip room it was my chose and that got me by total surprize. i tried to be strong like becca but i was shivering when i told him i did not want to do that and he could not make me so he completely picked me up easily because i am such a little person and banged me against the wall with his arm in my chest and i could not breathe and anyway i got all the wind knocked out of my lungs. i could not catch my breath or breathe at all. and while about i do not know 8 or 10 girls were watching he grabbed miss priss and pinched as hard as he could and i thought i was going to die. i have never been in such pain at all and i could not breathe and miss priss was crying and i wanted to kill him but i could not do anything because my feet were not even touching the floor i was being held up by his arm in my chest. i said no about three times then i could not take the pain any more and i knew i was going to do what he said anyway so on that day i started working in the vip room. i also got my first std on that day. i am surprized that anybody would even want to talk to miss priss because she was black with a big bruse for two weeks and i mean she was black as midnight. i got a std four times while i was working the vip room. i can only imageine the number of girls who had a std at our club at any one time. think of all the pain it caused. and the married girls. i wonder what they told their husbands. i guess i am very lucky i did not get aids. on my last std i got very sick and the sickness went into my bones and muscles and i stayed home in bed and was there when the mafia man came over to get his weekly money even thought i had not worked that week. he did not knock he just walked in my house into my bedroom where becca and i were watching tv. well i did not have 200 dollars in my purse because i was not expecting him and he got very upset. so in anger he threw my bed covers off and took off his clothes and punished me while becca sat in the corner crying. i could not believe it. i was sick in bed with a std and miss priss had a huge red rash all over her and he screwed me anyway. i just laid there like a limp blanket as he did his business. poor miss priss was so num from her sickness that she did not feel a thing the whole time. he was crazy as a crazy person. did he think he was imuine from my std. i was mad but i was more scared. i did not want my fingers cut off. i just knew he was going to give a std to every girl in my club who did not already have it because believe me he screwed all of them. i almost went to the police many times but i kept thinking on of the other girls will do that any day and the police will get him. but the police never came. before i got over my sickness he stopped coming to the club one day. he just stopped coming. he never came back. no one ever knew what happened to him. after about two months of him gone i thought maybe he was never coming back so i quit and i knew i was taking a chance. but he never came back. so when becca brought over that newspaper i think that one of the dancers finally told her husband and one of the husbands or several husbands maybe got him and took him into the field and shot him and cut his fingers off like he kept threatening to do to the dancers. i knew of three or four husbands were former convicts and were very tough themselves and we had few biker husbands. i think the mafia man got what he deserved. he was a very mean person.

i have been sitting in my chair and thinking with the lights out for the past hour or so. the sun is just now peeking over the trees and starting to come in my window. i guess i was half sleeping as i was thinking because the sun is hurting my eyes. i have been thinking about a early appointment i had today. as you may know i have one appointment every sunday at 5:30 in the morning. that is a very unusual time for a fantasy appointment but he has been visiting me at that time for almost five years. i do not think he has missed more than one or two sundays in all that time. i never get ready for him and i just meet him at my door in my jammies. he said one time he likes it better that way because it is more natural that way morning breath and hairy legs and all. anyway at first i thought he had been drinking which is a little unusual although he has drank before. then when i tasted his liquid i knew because it had a very strong alcohal taste. this is not official but i think alcohal goes strait to a males seman for some reason. well miss priss still had a sore throat from the lake episode last week so we could not ohh la la so we just touchy feely and played a game called paint the tonsils. he kept telling me how his wife did not understand him etc etc and i thought he was just crying in his beer so to speak. it was really not like him at all because he is very educated and always sure of himself. he is a big business man with lots of busineeses he runs so it was not like him at all to talk that way. anyway i reasured him i would always be here for him. i told him he should get a taxi home because he might have a wreck and he said he did not need one because his wife was in the drive way.................she had driven him here............ well i was dum struck and at first i did not belive him so i looked out my front door and truly she was in the car on the drivers side waiting for him. i really was not expecting her there so i was standing completely naked in my door way as we stared at each other. i do not think i will ever forget the look on her face as she was staring at me in my doorway. i can not describe the look. it was a look of sadness and emptyness. i do not think it was the look of hate but maybe it was i am not sure. i was so stupid that i stood there naked for about 30 seconds wondering what i should do. she was only about 10 feet away with her window rolled down so like a stupid hick i asked her if she wanted to come in and have a dr pepper because i do not drink coffee. she simply said no. she was so close i could almost touch her. i never judge people because belive me there are a lot of stories in life and i have my own stories so i never judge another. so i do not judge my guest nor do i judge his wife waiting for him while his lips are on my breasts but i tell you it was very unsettling. anyway i leave the front door open because i think it would be very bad if i shut it on her so i walked backed to the guest room and helped him on with his clothes. i stood naked in the doorway again and waved to both of them as he got in the car and she drove him home. anyway that has been on my mind for the past hour. i am fluxuating from wanting to cry to trying to get it out of my mind but the site of her face sitting alone in that car really disturbs me. i think i am going to call her. i have his number but i have never called his home. but if i call her that will break my own rule of always keeping secrecy of my guests. i have never broken that rule. i do not know what to do. i hope i can forget the look on her face. i have to think on this for a little bit.

nazeer must be looney. he gets up at 4 oclock in the morning at his house and sneaks into my house while i am sleeping like a log. he crawls under the covers and i guess i am snoring because i do not even feel him in my bed and oh my gosh am i surprized when he puts his big arm over my belly and he starts snoring with me oh my oh my hahahahahahahhahahaha boy was i surprized. that is very scarey. nazeer is from pakistan and is very hairy so i knew instantly who it was or who i hope it was. well still it is surprizing to wake up with someone's arm laying on your belly. at first i thought he wanted to ohh la la but he just slept and snored. i guess he got lonely or something. anyway as the sun began to look into my window and the birds started to sing outside i could feel mr willy waking up for the morning because i got this stabbing feeling in my side even though nazeer was snoring so i guess he was dreaming of me. that is so funny to me. well i just turned over and rubbed nazeers chest with all that black hair for about 30 minutes until nazeer woke up. well miss priss still had a sore throat from the lake trip so she was unable to carry on a inteligent conversation so i just got out the baby oil and massaged mr willys aching back. wow talk about curviture of the spine. i think mr willy needs to see a doctor about that. he looked like a banana on steriods hahahahhahahahahahh. anyway nazeer is still sleeping in my bed and of course i could not go back to sleep so here i am naked in my chair writing in my blog. men always get the breaks. sometimes i wish i was a male. they seem to have all the fun. i hope nazeer is happy. I think i will go drown myself in some ice cream and gain five pounds. bye bye