Patient: B. Winthrop
Next Apt: 1 Week
Physician: Dr. Dagny
J O U R N A L 7:00PM FRIDAY
"Bostie. Oh Boston Baby! I know you want me. I want you--to make love to you--so long and hard you can't walk for a week. Until you can't move. Until you can't think. Can't do anything but moan. Do you want that too?"
"Yes, touch me--where I have my fingers. Oh Johnny yes, just like that. I need you . . . "Oh my God, you feel so good to me."
"I'm drunk on my ass Boston, I shouldn't be saying this to you, but I can't help myself."
"I don't care Johnny. I've had a few myself! I've wanted to hear you say that for so long . . ."
"When can I see you Boston, I need you. I want to make love to you. These fuckin' platonic messages of yours don't cut it anymore."
"Oh my precious Johnny, I want you too. But it can never happen. I'm in an impossible situation."
"Okay Baby, See ya' later. Taking you off my friends list so you never have to see my avatar again."
"I can't believe you just said that!"
"Well I did. It's for the best Boston."
"You phony! You said you'd be
my friend forever, love me always!"
"Phony! You call me phony? I think it's phony you stay in your sexless marriage."
"Hey Johnny, you don't know that. Did Greta tell you that?"
"Listen, calm down. You will see this differently tomorrow. There is no future in continuing this . . . for me or you. We have different agendas . . . "
J O U R N A L 8:00PM FRIDAY
Dear Dagny, my friend and therapists, I sit here writing to you with a broken heart. I can't stop crying over him. He was the one friend I always believed would never desert me.
I need you. Please help me work through this. Find a solution to end this awful heart ache.
You need to know what's happened, right from very the beginning.
Here's the deal. How this all came about.
For the last six months I've been writing to Johnny--we dated as kids in high school.
At first I didn't like him. He struck me as a con-artist. Always getting something out of somebody, teachers as well as students.
But that all changed and we fell in love and went steady for two years. Our junior and senior year.
For the past six months, we've exchanged chats and messages everyday. First thing in the morning I look to see if he has left me a message. If he hasn't my heart takes a dive, if he has, I'm happy all day long.
Until tonight, he'd given me no clue that he wanted me for anything more then to revive an old friendship.
J O U R N A L 9:00 PM FRIDAY
Dagny, did I tell you how this entire thing with Johnny came about?
It's all because of Greta. She's a former classmate who'd been trying to talk me into joining Facebook.
I didn't want to for various reasons but she kept hounding me anyway.
She and Johnny ran into each other at a class re-union where the two of them started reminiscing. The next day she called to give me the low-down on everyone.
"Hey Boston, too bad you weren't there. Your old boyfriend and I had quite a talk. Ended up talking him into joining Facebook with the promise I'd keep working on you to join."
I laughed telling her, "I'm surprised he even remembers me."
"Well, from what he told me, it sounds like you'd be unlikely to forget each other. When I asked why you guys broke up, he said it was because you didn't believe in sex before marriage. That's why he started dating Jeanie."
The mere mention of that top-heavy little huzzy threw me into a hissy fit.
"Yeah, bet he had no trouble remembering her. She not only stole him from me, but my job too," I ranted.
"Hey, easy girl, that was a long time ago. Sounds like you're still pissed at her."
"Yeah, must be. To this day, I can see her sauntering into the news stand in her tight sweaters and skirts--rubbing up against my boss--the two of them laughing together in the girlie magazine section. The thought of her still makes me sick . . . "
"Hey, Bostie, I saw Jeannie in person a few years ago. She can't hold a candle to you. You wouldn't even recognize her--looks twenty years older than you--has personality for shit."
"I appreciate the vote of confidence Greta but it's
all to late now. Can't change the past.
J O U R N A L 10:00PM FRIDAY
Guess what Dagny? I got a text message from Greta a few minutes ago. She keeps asking what's been happening between Johnny and me.
"Nothing much," I told her, "It's the same old thing, if you don't put out the bastards dump you for a woman who will. He's still a con--got me all along with his nice act and then tonight he hit on me. I got zapped when I didn't tell him what he wanted to hear."
"Bostie, you need to send him pictures of yourself. He has no idea how hot you look today. If you do that, I'll bet he'll add you back to his 'Facebook Friends' by morning."
"Oh, whoopee! Greta, he's shown his true colors. I don't care what he does."
Trying to cheer me up and buy into her negative logic, Greta further advised, "Give him what he deserves--some of his own medicine--make him want you and then drop him like a hot potato."
I had no intentions of following her plan, but I rather liked the idea of him feeling a degree of remorse for a day or two.
"Okay, okay, I'll do it. Perhaps taking action will relieve my stress, nothing to lose at this point."
J O U R N A L 10:30 PM FRIDAY
So Dagny, here's how I'm wrapping up the night.
I'm making an internet greeting card. On the top three fourths is a picture of me in a white bikini. The top caption reads, "Me on the beach sending you get well wishes."
On the bottom I put, "I'm bare-able, hope your hangover is too."
J O U R N A L 10:45 PM FRIDAY
Haven't sent the greeting card to Johnny yet. Been drowning my sorrows instead with a tiny bottle of Pinot Noir. Maybe it will give me the courage I need.
This may sound crazy, but as pissed off as I am at Johnny, I can practically feel him laying here next to me . . . holding me, kissing my neck, making me squirm . . . . I need to take an erotic pic for him right now . . . Yeah, I want ONE MORE PHOTOGRAPH for him. One too good to ignore!
I'm focusing my laptop's camera right at myself lying here naked in bed. It captures my entire body.
I can see myself moving, watch myself in action, its like a movie, hell it is a movie! I don't know if I look good or bad. I don't even care anymore.
This is so cool . . . I can freeze the action any time I want . . . push the button, and take a still photo from the movie.
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J O U R N A L 11:15PM FRIDAY
I'm getting the unmistakable feeling of an approaching climax . . . it's beginning to wash over me . . . . I'm switching now to voice activated automatic typing . . . CHATTING HANDS-FREE . . . I can't type and fuck at the same time . . .
Oh, this is much better . . . I see it's working . . . typing my words as I speak them . . . watching them print across the bottom of the screen . . . with me on it . . . this is so hot . . . I'm so hot . . . it's like he's right here with me . . . penetrating me . . . filling me with his big hard cock . . . working my clit . . . driving me right out of my mind . . .
I'm hands free right now . . . my kegal muscles are sucking the dildo into my kitten . . . then they push it out . . . faster . . . or slower . . . however I want it . . . soooo good . . . Yes . . . so good. . . so good . . . now I'm turning up the speed to high . . . letting myself go . . . Oh Johnny! Oh Johnny, I'm cumming. I'm cumming . . . gonna take a picture for you baby . . . you can see what your missing . . . I'm clicking it . . . right now . . . Oh yeah . . . baby . . . it's a done deal . . . you got a picture now . . . oh Lord, I'm cumming again Johnny . . . .Oh my god yes, yes, yes . . . I'm so good with you . . . Ohhhhhhhhh . . . yes, yes, yes!
J O U R N A L 11:45PM FRIDAY
I did it. Actually took a picture of myself having a climax during masturbation . . . .
And you should see the picture. Kick Ass! It's bound to stir up something.
I don't know if what I'm feeling right now is love or revenge,
but it's better than drowning in sorrow.
J O U R N A L 11:55 PM FRIDAY
Dagny. I just did it--sent both cards. On the second one I wrote, "This is me thinking of you a few minutes ago."
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To Be Continued:
Chatting Hands Free (Part2)
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