I:
I began. Earlier I had a date with a brunette which had not gone to plan. I placed my hand on her knee. She smiled and placed my hand on to the table. She then took a sip of wine, got up and proceeded to leave. She thanked me for the wonderful evening upon exiting.
II:
£57.82. Fortunately she paid for her meal as previously discussed, leaving me to pay for the remainder (£9.70). Once I left the prestigious event I walked slowly back to the clock tower, considering my fate. It had been exactly one year, 2 months and 14 days, 3 hours and 42 minutes since I had last been intimate with a woman.
III:
My loins were drying. It was an intermittent problem caused by my eczema. I pushed my genitals slowly into the hole I had constructed in the sponge. It was warm, inviting. It was not as pleasurable as Janice had been, however. This was my most experimental bathing time to date. Previous baths had been less successful. On the last occasion my Mother had walked in during the climactic thrusts. I have no privacy. It is a double edged sword. I found the voyeurism increased the intensity of the ejaculation. Cést la vie.
IV:
In my youth I had been diagnosed as a sociopath. There was some comfort in this diagnosis. Mother would know of the comfort it could bring me soon enough.
TOBECONTINUED.