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The following text in an excerpt from the diaries, interviews and journals of a group of individuals who practiced (and still do) a sexual beliefs system - after two months of interviews, I am publishing the works on various websites. If you would like to read more, please respond with "I WANT TO BE MARCUS!".

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Chapter 12 - The Path.

I'm not gay, but the other day I had an experience with a young black man and a teenage ginger-haired girl which pretty much made me renounce god.

I have not and don't like men, but having a ginger-haired woman to take apart and put back together again, is pretty hot and I dare no-one to want to share that experience.

I am about 7 inches and have a fairly decent penis - it is quite shafty and veiny, and I've been told quite a lot that I have a good penis - my ex used to upload picture and videos of her edging me off (which did very well), but we never took it a step further.

I am a scholarship-winning writer, and I have studied various sexual pleasures since my days in university - from being tied up and electrocuted by two Asians (who were a couple), from having sex in a vat of warm corn-syrup (true) to listening to my neighbours do anal using my stethoscope.

Sex intrigues and excites me. I would say I was fairly versed in it, and aside from one or two bad days, I am able to hold down a relationship(s) based on sex alone.

Anyhow - Marcus is an African-French student from Senegal who I got speaking to through drama circles - he isn't gay and is pretty alpha, but we get on, and we've talked about our experiences and (his) inexperience. Growing up in a fairly conservative area, Marcus spoke fondly of religion, of family and of one-day having k**s and settling down in this country.

He does, however, have a cracking body and whilst I am not gay, I can appreciate the aesthetics of a well-oiled black man's body.

I went as far as telling him as much, and I told him of my masseuse background - after he'd been to football practice one day, I offered him a massage at ours. A totally non-gay thing to do, and he seemed keen on the idea. He came around, he'd pre-showered and was wearing a canvasy shirt, I gave him a shot of Vodka and showed him to the table (a makeshift table I had thrown together)... I told him to relax and just speak to me about him hometown in French.

I began to massage him and whilst I won't get into the details at this time, I found it hard to jockey my way around him with the ultimate non-gay erection that I had. At that point, I really couldn't see why I had an erection, only that I did - I did not want to penetrate this guy (or vice versa), but I enjoyed the experience and the rush alone (as well as the vibrating egg up my ass), made me groan and jizz, on more than three occasions.

We sat in the living room for a bit, and I was talking to my friend, she's a teenage nymph who loves sex - I am not sure if she gets it elsewhere, but each and everytime we meet, her cum tastes very poignant, and her orgasms are clear and resolute. She isn't the best looker on the earth, and she has a bit of an arse on her (not fat), but she could walk into any club and probably have her choice 9/10 times.

I told her about Marcus, and she asked me for a picture - now, at this point, you may feel incensed, but I recorded the whole massage, and I sent it to her.

About 10 minutes later, she came back saying that she had just used her bullet and squirted - you see, she is into 'Audiocumming' (something I will speak of at a later date), but let us just say that she said she got off on the noise alone. I also had a heart monitor on, as well as a condenser microphone under the table recording Marcus' dialogue.

Marcus had not an idea of all of this, and with the concurrent sessions, he neither did there, but I suspect he had a suspicion, as he had seen my bookshelf, my videos and heard me talk about Holland, Panama and St. Petersburg '99... He questioned who the picture of Kinsey was on my wall and even went as far as borrowing a book.

Marcus was a willing participant, and I miss him dearly, but we'll speak about that next week.

A few days later, my friend Abi came around for her 'weekly milking' (as she called it), and it was around this time that I suspected that she had a black boyfriend. She put the video of Marcus on the TV and gave me a running commentary on it, which gave me another raging hard-on; part of Abi's charm is that she is extremely sexually attractive and she's a ginge - I don't care what you say, gingers have the best sex-drives; please, if you're a ginger, confirm this as we all know it (both men and women).

The only problem, of course, is that gingers are sought after and are like ginger cats - they stray too far when a better meal if prepared.

Anyhow, Abi has a black boyfriend - she told me how their cocks are big, but soft and not always as hard as the white cock. She told me how dry they can be, and need a lot of lubrication... she told me how if you starve a black guy of sex for days, that his semen is hotter and more voluminous than a white guys, and she said that they love getting their arses messed about with more than white guys.

She sat there and said that we should think about trying to coax him into a sex session as with his conservative background, that he'd not only make a fine specimen but also be fully appreciative and thankful of the end orgasm. She noted how his arse cheeks twitched with every touch of mine, and how his abdomen seemed to squirm as if he had a cock on. She noticed his broken French and his inability to remember stuff (in French, I guess), and even at one point, he forgot how to pronounce my name.

(All suggesting that he was loving it and thinking about it more than his recounting of his homeland).

It was beautiful on a second watch - we got stoned, watched it a further three times and on the third, we performed a game that I call 'Catch the Mouse' (details at a later date).

Anyhow, after cleaning each other in the shower, we spoke more about the possibility of manipulating a situation where Marcus would allow us to conduct some sexual experiments on him, for scientific discovery. We wanted to find out three things:

1. The Black orgasm - does a black orgasm feel any different to a white orgasm?
2. Perfection of Quick Cum V 0.12 (again, we'll speak at a later date).
3. 'Deviancy interpolation' (WORK IN PROGRESS) - we wanted to measure Marcus' sexuality, whilst measuring his sexuality after secondary processing.

I should mention at this point that Abi is a 'student' of mine who I met a good while ago, and who has continued interest in my work. She is great, she wants to take a step back, but I do have other friends who would be willing to assist in the rest of the UK - I even have a filthy rich pervert couple who I sometimes visit to conduct some experiments in front of. They're lovely, they rent a very nice place, and they provide entertainment, good food and chemicals.

Anyhow, Abi is soon to be starting Midwifery at College and she said that she would need time to focus on that - which is cool.

But, she is very versed in my processes and whilst she doesn't have access to my diaries, she does have my ear, and whilst I taught her everything that she knows, we don't have anything other than a deep understanding of sexual needs and desires and her nymph nature, fits in with my perverted sense of sexcitement.

Abi does not like to kiss. Instead, she prefers to lick and breathe - not great for Sunday morning wake-up calls.

I suspect that she knows that I have been surreptitiously recording our sessions as well as our videos, but I know that she understands the scope of my experiments - she did, after all, help me out on Missus Mopp's 50th-anniversary party... So, she knows what she knows - she knows the importance of our work.

One day, humankind will look upon my work and say that I gave birth to 'sexperience' in the 21st century.

This is what it is all about ladies and germs - it is about the experience... The days of sex for fun are gone with the '60s, the days of free love in the turn of the '70s are gone, the gay explosion of the '80s was scuppered by AIDS/HIV... Digital sex ruled the '90s, whilst promiscuous student designer d**g and roleplay sex parties came into force in the '00s (with the 112,293% rise in students on previous decades),

And the future of sex? Shared experiences and environmental control...

We'll discuss that at a later date.

Marcus was becoming more and more of an irritant over the weeks - he kept on asking me to tell him stories, and I could see he was dying to masturbate in front of me, but he always seemed to save it for the toilet (I knew that he knew I knew that he was wanking in the toilet, I could hear his stroke from the other side of the door ffs!).

Anyhow, I knew that I had to introduce Abi to Marcus, but she was in Manchester with Uni at the time, and I hadn't been processed in over a week. Nada, I hadn't seen Nadia (who we'll speak about on another time).

I had spoken to Abi over the phone about needing the release and how I needed her back asap.

The next day, she got the coach back up North, and she performed #91/b upon me for over six hours.

We smoked some hash and browsed Marcus' Facebook; I played her a tape of the bug that I had in the hall, and she said herself that she heard Marcus wanking in the toilet - she even said she thought she heard him say "Go on *my name*" at one.point. The telltale sign was that you heard him tut and rip a piece of toilet paper to wipe up the jizz off of the toilet - but a luminol test showed that he had jacked off a few times in there...

From the camera in the kitchen, I could see that he washed his hands a lot after visiting the toilet, and before coming back into the living area, he always kissed his crucifix and said something that I later had translated to 'God forgive...'.

The fun we had, oh how I miss him - I miss his laugh, his humour, his... well, we'll move onto that another time.

Anyhow.

Abi was rampant - she suspected that he was a virgin, but at his 18th party, he told me that he had been in a relationship with a girl from his village who was also a devout Christian. He said that they were due to be married, but her father found out that he was from a family of 'Khat' farmers. He was sad, I'm not sure if they had sex or not, but from his mannerisms, I suspect that they at least had sexual contact.

Abi was rampant however - she knew that Marcus was my second subject from a religious background, but she told me that she had thought about Marcus, each and every night since she saw his performance.

I decided I had to let her stew for a bit and decided to ramp it up a bit.

I invited Marcus around for movie night, and we put The Matrix on - I explained to him how we could be two different people without the two ever meeting and that we are free to do as we desire, regardless of our beliefs or orientation.

I had used this method before and paused the film at the point where Neo has to take the blue pill or the red pill.

I told him that I was hot and that I needed to take my top off and relax, I asked his permission, and he was fine with it.

I turned over to a video I had loaded up and ready of a guy fucking a fleshlight - it is a video that I have had for a while and the guy almost has as good as cock as I do, I keep meaning to replicate the video with my twist, but I'm just waiting for the willing (or unwilling) participant.

Anyhow, I fumbled with the remote as if to make a booby and Marcus laughed and asked what it was - I told him I was researching a new process which had foundations in this video. I told him that I measured the orgasm pathway of the guy in the video and I measured elements from within the video.

He asked me to explain further, and I put the video on - it is at this point that I introduced him to soundscapes and ASMR. I placed noise cancelling headphones which were routed to a microphone lavalier, and the audio of the television.

Now the audio of this video is amazing, and you can hear the guy's lips quiver when he cums. He pumps it out at the end, and you can genuinely tell that the guy has just had the best ten minute of his life. His toes curl, his stokes stutter, his balls entangle and his voice breaks - his breathing patterns shift, and as he orgasms, you can hear the device milk every last drop from him....

Marcus was at that point between confusion, arousal and hypnosis - for the past two hours, I had been psychological breaking down his barriers with a process that I wrote back in the '90s - it is called 'the flip-flop'.

I won't go into the process, but I will tell you the end result.

Marcus was sweating like a bastard - we had a couple of smokes and a cider or two - he obviously liked me, because he continuously asked me to speak to him about experiences and said that he was doing it to purge me of my sins (as if), and that he was doing his good Christian duty.

Yes - all whilst wanking off in my bathroom to the stories.

So, Marcus had had two hours of programming, and a few took, other didn't, but by 9 o'clock, I think he would have let me give him a rim-job if I had just told him where to stand and what to do...

So, at this point, I was explaining to Marcus what was going on in this guys body and what it felt like, all the while, Marcus is getting harder and more uncomfortable - he literally wants to crack one out right there.

You see, as I kept saying to him - this isn't gay, this isn't anything - it is just impulse, experience and competition - like that, a circle of happiness.

I felt at this point that I could have closed the deal, but I needed more action from him - I needed results...

I turned the video to another and asked him to imagine this video mixed with the previous video. It was a black guy and a white guy, double penetrating a ginger girl - it is amateur and not very good quality, but the woman in question had a genuine orgasm and squirted after being on a sex diet for a month (she also recently came off of her period and had recently been dumped by her Spanish boyfriend).

So, it was just a video of two guys thumping a ginger - she loved it, I loved it, Marcus loved it.

She at one point said, and I quote "I can't believe I am being fucked by a n****r and a scouser in my cunt!" (She was very vocal and took to the role very well....)

Marcus asked if it was me in the video and I just shrugged - there is no way for him to confirm or deny unless he had that particular experience (or process).

You see, this was just another process, another experiment to see if two guys could cum inside a woman at the same time; we used five different applications on this woman, and she was still begging for more. I only showed him the five-minute highlights, but at that point, I wish I had the time to sit down for six hours and take him through the whole afternoon - but instead, over timelapse, he had to guess as to what we were doing to her at times.

He kept asking what it would feel like, and what was going through her head, why she said this or that, or why she let us do that to her - he even at one point turned away and said he felt humiliated for her.

It is at this point that I knew my process was working - he was asking all the right questions, and he could only stand with his back to me - his shorts were super tight, so I assumed he had a hard-on.

I want to say at this point - I do not 'fancy' Marcus, like I fancy Abi - I just think that he would make a terrific subject.

So Marcus' breathing intensified - consciously or subconsciously - Marcus was aroused, he was telling me as much with his awkwardness and infantile nature.

I could see in his eyes that he couldn't get the images and scenes out of his head - he was hypnotised and under my spell. I held out a joint and asked him if he wanted a go - he smiled, took the entendre and went to smoke the joint.

I quickly grabbed the remote and turned back to the previous video - I needed to implant this into his psyche first, and then let him think that he had the idea himself - he won't remember much of this anyway, so hopefully, inception will take.

I told him to sit down and commanded him to watch this and not to take his eyes off of the video. I told him it was an application, and that I was testing his willpower.

After placing the headphones on his head, I grabbed a condenser mic, and I sat within his eyesight and I quickly took down my pants, made as much noise as possible, and proceeded to lube my hard cock. I was watching him all the while, and kept telling him to watch the video.

I took him through induction and placed markers and anchors within his subconscious which seemed to spring his cock to attention when I told him that I was just doing a test (I was slowly masturbating here, and I knew he could see it out of the corner of his eye, but also hear my strokes in high def) - what he saw on TV was breaking him and he was hearing what was going on there too...

I saw a bead of sweat drip down the black skin of his forehead which made me jack quicker - he seemed to know as much, because his eyes began to twitch and his eyes began to water - I commanded him to keep his eyes open, and at one point, he reached down to his hard cock. I told him under no uncertain terms to not masturbate yet, and that I wasn't gay.

We had been smoking Purple Haze, and in the background, the song came on - I told him that Jimi Hendrix was bisexual and that Purple Haze was a state that humans get into where sexuality doesn't matter any more, it is a plane above sexual orientation. I wanked harder, and all I could think about was showing Abi the results of the application and seeing her orgasm on that very couch.

But I wanted to pervert Marcus - I wanted to be his god.

Before long, the video was nearing its climax and by that time, I think I could have fucked his arse if I had wanted to - but as I say, that isn't what our views are about...

Time and time again, whilst on jobs or services with our customers or members - I would tell them time and time again that sexuality borders our minds maladies and sex can cure a number of our minds' ills.

Marcus was no different - he had been abandoned at c***dhood and had a chance to play with the Kaizer Chiefs. I suspect that something happened to bring him to England, but between his studies and work with Barnardos... Marcus needs little education on difficult backgrounds - he deserved this, I feel like I am doing humankind a good deed by selecting him as a subject.

And he loves it -- he really does.

He knows I make videos; he knows that it is my chosen artform and he knows that I make my living through my work as a sex worker.

He has heard me tell him stories of setting up an evening with famous pop group 'boyband' members with groupies (both orientations), and he knows how I have been prosecuted seven times, as well as been in the papers on more than a handful of occasions.

He knows that I have the numbers of Katie P, Donna B, Donna H, S.A, as well as S.C, L.W, D.W.

He knows all of this, and I have been leaving him markers within our social exchanges for years. And he keeps coming back twice a week for our sessions - he sees it as a friendship, and I have grown fond of Marcus, but he isn't the first, and he won't be the last subject.

Marcus needed the release, and I could see his cock - he wanted me to see his cock - he was having an experience of character, and he didn't know it... But to be selfish at this point, would not only be unfair to Marcus, but unfair to Abi too.

Plus, I hadn't had the results of Marcus' blood tests yet.

All this went through my head within a matter of seconds as the tip of my penis shot out the hardest ejaculate I had spent in a long time - it kept coming and coming - I had been on my usual vitamin, diet and exercise regimens, and hadn't ejaculated in ten days (ten days!), but before I had finished, my hand and cock looked like a melted ice cream cone on a microwaved waxwork.

Three things here:

1. I can't wait to see the videos from feeds 7b, 1 and 12a - as well as Marcus' heartrate (I gave a present of hacked smartwatch the week earlier).

2. Marcus seemed to orgasm or ejaculate at one point - when I put on track (2a) of the auto-induction to HFO's - that, between the visuals and sound of the video, mixed with the audio of me furiously masturbating with a HFO track on the background - with all my live programming and ASMR.... He must have came at 02:12:22:14 - I'm sure of it, in retrospect now viewing, his grinding was rubbing his tip against his shorts, that's how he got off.

3. If he didn't cum - he is ready for process Mandom.

Marcus' colour was off, he could hardly speak English, and when he looked at me, it was like he was in love and didn't know what to say.

I was still getting a good degree of soul from Marcus - he made me feel ways I never thought that I would feel to a man. I don't think it is as arbitrary as 'gay'. I think it is deeper - it like like the love of a sexual relationship with a woman, but with a man, without penetration.

As Marcus collected himself, I kept on hitting him with double entendres - some of the classics, classics Hendrix would be proud of.

Along with that, I have amassed a private collection of excellent erotica for research purposes that will never see the light of day, but perhaps one day I might give a lecture on my findings over a thirty year career starting as a sex ther****t in Cologne, a sexual counsellor for a national charity in Wyoming, and as a lecturer at a famous college in Holland.

Marcus will make a great addition to my research - if only he made it to the enclosed environment phase.

However, he had read the papers; he knew of my enemies and opposers, both here and abroad. He has seen the photos from in the can in Eastham with the homies. He knows my tattoos and my ancestry, my parents and my business... Marcus is a willing participant with minimally informed choice.

Marcus was rampant and wanted a piece of the action - at this point, I intend to re-process him once more with process 2b, as well as introducing HFO, E-STIM and Sounding - but I don't think he will like the latter.

That night, before he left in the car with Smith, he told me that he was thinking of leaving the church.

At that time, I didn't know wether to believe him or not.. But that is another story for another time - with high drama and a smattering of tragedy.

Amy had came around that very next day and after showing her the results - she begged for over an hour to play the ying-yang warm-up game with her. I let her stew for a while, but in truth, every time I have seen her for the past five years, I have continually wanted to end the day seeing her orgasm.

I have given her 3,211 orgasms to date - she has squirted on 43.4% of those occasions and she has told me that she loves me twice. She has swallowed more of my semen (she is only allowed to swallow mine, that's the rules) than I can drink probiotics to help her stomach. But still, Abi is one of my most loyal subjects and ardent believers.

Abi can orgasm on command, I know it sounds farcical - but part of our work centres around her nymphomaniac nature. She comes from a hard background of physical abuse and has a few scars around her ear. She was never sexually abused, something which I can attest for, and her sexual depravity knows no bounds.

After clearing myself off with a new application, I had written that morning - Abi was adamant we needed to get Marcus in for a weekend of inductions and introductory exercises.

I palmed her off, but she was right. However, the timing was off. She was right though....

By that time, I grew increasingly suspicious that Abi was seeing a black guy - I had got Tyrone to get into her Mac again, and that night I jumped in on her flat. At 12:34 am, she went home, and I saw her with someone else.

Shock and disbelief dawned upon me when I saw her with that girl off of her Facebook. She is stupidly young, and I could have sworn that she was still in her early-to-mid teens. She dressed like a wannabe l****a, and up until that point, I assumed that Abi was personally straight.

Not that that matters without beliefs, but still - it was a shock to see Abi, not only two hours after being processed on me, apply her own process to someone whose age was questionable here in the UK. I was proud - the applications she performed, had her perform were beautiful to watch. They made significant additions to my personal research collection. I especially liked the application with repetitive hypnotic suggestion; her subject seemed to respond well, even if at times, in a little bit of confused gerrymandering. Her form and action has improved, and she has taken on a b**st of my own making - I'm like a proud daddy!

Marcus, on the other hand, was becoming problematic. He was trying to come around more often and began to send me videos he had seen on YouPorn - I checked out his profile and saw that he had favourited a lot of threesome interracial videos as well ASMR, cumshots, usual level 7-B stuff.

I wanted to get access to his new flat however, and I invited myself around to his for a session of 'Gaymes' - now, if you aren't gay, it is sound, it isn't gay to read this stuff - it is experiential.

However, I have been around enough to know that my 'Gaymes' sell well, and at the very least, Marcus could make a few bob if I give him a few clients. This is where our beliefs differ you and I (and my clients) - I am a deeply spiritual human who affords people their right to experience life eternal... but in this life.

Marcus responded well to the 'gaymes', and was particularly involved in swordplay, ticklepickle and hock - all non-penetrative games that are designed for fun - he wasn't that into hot whispers, or truffle snuffle, however.

The evening went splendidly - after edging him off (I could tell), application 12c worked a treat with Marcus. He was begging for more near the end; he didn't want to leave.

Instead, I used an old application from way back when and got the scrabble board out. What Marcus doesn't know, but will find out later, is that the rules of the game are stacked against him, he is designed to lose, designed to fail and then primed with my vernacular, as I explain the pre-planned sequence of words to him. It gets them every time - I love to see their faces when they realise!

Afterwards, I introduce him to Billiards - an aged old game that sex ther****ts have used for years to foster a sense of speciality within their subjects or patients.

Throughout the game, I know he can see what I am doing to him, and I know that he sees the metaphors - I am mostly just waiting for him to act. However, the beauty of Marcus is that he is so wonderfully grateful for my attentions, that he can't wait to see what I am, or who I am, doing next.

The whole point of this is to prime an experience that can be shared and participated with, en masse. Marcus is one of many subjects, but never have I had a subject who has never had the experience of having his cock shaved by a young debutant, whilst being kissed by a Nun who can't speak.

I need to guide him; I need to read his diaries, I need to suck on his soul like the vampire that I am.

With Billiards in the back pocket, Marcus and I take in some jazz cigarettes, drop a little substance, and dance in my hobby room. The room became so sweaty that we had to strip and he seemed to respond to some light grinding and contact - I kept telling him that it wasn't gay and to just enjoy the experience.

Marcus orgasmed in front of me for the first time at 1:23 am on the 14th August - his orgasm was about an 8.3. He ejaculated approximately 11mls of semen and his orgasm appeared to last for around 84 seconds. Considering it was his first orgasm, from what was essentially a re-hashed process from back in the black books volume 2, Marcus carried himself with sheer dignity.

I watched his every move and from the highlights in the post-video, I could see that he enjoys ribbing and relief, as well as 'whoops palms' and nipple tweaking. He kept his hands to himself, which was good, but I could see he was dying to heighten his experience with touch - perhaps Abi may help, her pert breasts are amazing to hold, and in his black hands, they'll look (and do on after watch) great!

He didn't have any strangeness afterwards, and I managed to bring him around after a coffee. Before he left, I could see that he had more in him - he was yearning for more, and I broke.

I processed him with some counter-transference from an application that I had perfected with the help of Abi and introduced him to a game of volcano.

I showed him some examples of clients who had tried the process at home with mixed results and figured he would respond to some ASMR and JOI from Bella. She gave me some twerking videos she had done for Unilad, and if Marcus doesn't cum before she hits her six gear (as well as her JOI), then I'll have to take over and rub him out and see how he responds to surprise interaction.

Marcus wasn't able to errupt on his first challenge, and I didn't decide to process him any further. He burst into tears and wept like a baby because he said he was 9.3 on the scale and just needed some help.

I understood his vernacular and told him to try again - only this time, I got him the tweeter. By hooking up my voice to a bass speaker, I was able to re-route the signal to a 500w tweeter. When the subject sits on the speaker, I can then speak to them, whilst stimulating all of their undercarriages.

I was going to introduce an anal bass probe with e-stim, but I didn't want to overload him and give stimulation syndrome.

His response was surprising, however... Marcus began to masturbate whilst looking at me which threw me off at first. He has great form and is a willing subject... he is passionate and has a great looking cock!

After milking himself in front of me, he told me that he wasn't gay, but found this movement and belief invigorating and deeply spiritual. He told me that I was his own personal Jesus and that he turned his back on religion after meeting me.

He looked as if he wanted to carry on offloading, but I remind him of the scope of the experiments and give him the number of Carol - a good counsellor who can inflate his ego a little... (and possibly shag him - I'll have to get her office bugged).

Abi, again, was aghast with disbelief and asked if I would take her anally over the 100inch TV in the study floor.

Instead, she suffices with process 14 and a session of master/slave - I remind her that she is my subject and that Marcus will only be ready when I say he is ready.

She self-declares as 'witching', and submits for authoritative re-alignment - but I don't have the time at the moment, and proceed to adjust her hormonal imbalance (the old way). I love her and she loves me, but I can only offer her temporary treatment for something that has been plaguing her, her whole life.

After two days of playing spoilt brat - I finally cave. She has her own way...

I agreed to introduce her to Marcus in a weekend in Paris with some of the new work in trance-sex. She also confirms that she wants to play 'Joy' whilst there - again, I break and allow her her fun. But if she thinks that the sessions aren't going to be archived and chartered - then, Ami, I hope you diary is strongly appreciative of our journey and the sacrifices I have made for you. I know you are reading these and I want to tell you at the end of this very chapter.

I know as you stand there, how much of a naughty cat you have been...

I know that you are now looking around to see who is around, knowing what you know about me.

I hope you have the courage to turn...this...page... and... look....up....