Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Her tits were the size and shape of ripe watermelons , and her nipples were burgundy colored drink coasters when she was engrossed in a book, she had a habit of sucking her thumb to relax her tense jaw.She had a habit of licking her lips when she was thinking. It was a small, insignificant thing, but it added to her overall sensuality. I need to cum,” she thought one day as she stared at a particularly steamy scene in Pride and Prejudice. Her hand flew to her pussy and she rubbed her clit as she imagined being licked and suckled by a beautiful younger woman . She was getting wet just thinking about it. This is going to be my last year teaching. Next year I'm going to be a full-time writer. I've decided to give up my part-time job as a librarian so I can focus on my writing full-time.I've been planning this for months. It's going to be amazing. I can hardly wait. The bell rang, and everyone filed out of class. As she thought that the last student left, she locked the door and turned the knob with her hand. It was a habit she had picked up from her father, a locksmith.It made her feel safe. Mr. Schmidt, can I have the key to the lock please?" she said to the manila folder in her hand. He looked at her expectantly, and she handed him the folder and the key."Thank you, Mr. Schmidt," she said as she opened the door. "You may go now."
He walked out, and she shut the door behind him. She leaned against the wall and breathed deeply until she composed herself once again. She picked up the manila folder and flipped open the front cover. It was a journal entry from the day before.She had written down everything that happened in her life that day. Everything. She had even included the times of each of her appointments. She was meticulous "Dear Diary, Today I met with my writer’s club. We talked about our progress and set another goal for our final project. I am excited to be a part of this group. They are the best writers in the world.I am so glad that I chose this path. I hope that tomorrow I will be able to continue my progress. Love, Janna"
She s always been like this. Since she was a child she had been writing down everything that happened to her. Her parents thought she was crazy, but she wasn't. It helped her remember things.