Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Rachael Yukey

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Pages From a Diary Chapter Links )

Eleven-year-old Mallory is a bright but lonely girl with strict fundamentalist Christian parents whose marriage is going through a rough patch. One day, Mal gets acquainted with a girl named Julie, who lives with her father Jason and his girlfriend Lisa. Soon, the girls become fast friends, and before very long, more than friends. Mallory has a difficult time reconciling her emerging sexuality with her faith, but soon finds her desire for Julie and her interest in sex getting the upper hand, especially once she learns to masturbate.

Meanwhile, her parents’ relationship is really beginning to founder Mallory finds herself increasingly disgusted with them both, but doesn’t let it show. By then, she and Julie are beginning to experiment sexually, but don’t really know what they’re doing. Julie’s dad’s girlfriend Lisa finds out about their curiosity and offers advice, then the girls persuade her to undress and join them in bed. Mal and Julie have full-on sex for the first time, then Lisa gets involved. 

Soon thereafter, Mallory and Julie are confronted by a fifteen-year-old girl from their school named Megan, who tells them she recognizes their feelings for each other, admits to being gay herself, and invites them to drop by her place a few days later. Megan only wants to hang out and chat, but Mallory casually takes charge of the situation, and soon the three of them are naked and having sex.

Mallory’s mother Sharon is spending more and more nights away from the home, supposedly staying with her own mother. So she isn’t there when Mal’s father Dan collapses and nearly dies from alcohol poisoning. Only Mallory’s quick thinking and immediate response saves his life. Once Dan is taken to the hospital, Mal learns that her mom isn’t really at Grandma’s house, but out with another man.

Not long after her father is released from the hospital, Mallory is taken out on a shopping trip by her mother. During the lengthy drive, Sharon explains her side of the story, treating her daughter more like an adult than she ever has before. Mal finds herself feeling sympathetic… but then she’s startled to catch herself having sexual thoughts about her mother, and gets flustered and confused. Those thoughts won’t go away, either.

A few days later, Mallory and Julie spend an afternoon with Lisa, where they enjoy a lengthy round of sexual abandon. Afterwards, Mal gets an inspired notion: since their friend Megan has guessed that the girls are fucking Lisa, why not invite her over to make their threesome a quartet? Lisa is hesitant at first, but doesn’t take much persuading. Mal phones Megan, and plans are laid for the four of them to hook up the next day.

And now we rejoin our story, which is currently in progress. Do enjoy!

November 11th, 2006 (continued)

We watched a movie last night that gave me a great idea for my line drawings. It’s called Zombieland, and it got me thinking about what life might be like after a nuclear war. I looked it up, and it turns out that the word I’m thinking of is post-apocalyptic. Gosh, between creative writing, this diary, and the stuff I’m reading, my vocabulary is going through the roof. I’ve learned a ton of new words and phrases these past few months. But I’m rambling, huh?

My art teacher said the woodland scenes I was gonna do for the competition aren’t really me, and I was annoyed at first, but now I think she’s right. They’re not me because I’m not very good at talking, so I need to find other ways to express what I think and how I feel. Art in general doesn’t have to say something to be good, but mine does. I want to do more than pretty pictures.

I’m thinking a lot about how good humans are at destroying things. I guess “potential for destruction” is the phrase I’m fumbling for. My new idea is to take these beautiful tree mushrooms that grow wild in the woods and draw images of abandoned, burnt-out buildings and stuff like that on them. Then I’ll add people trying to survive, building cool new stuff out of junk that’s left lying around. That way it can be scary and hopeful all at the same time.

I spent a little time this morning at Julie’s dining room table, sketching stuff out on scrap paper. Julie was right across from me with a hot soldering iron, doing I don’t know what with wires and little components. Once in awhile, we’d look across the table and smile at each other. Having Julie with me makes whatever I’m doing so much better; we don’t even have to be talking. I think she feels the same way.

When Julie got up to use the bathroom, she stopped and peered over my shoulder. “Looks like a cartoon fantasy version of that movie from last night,” she said.

“That’s kind of what it is,” I said. “Is it good?”

“I think you’ve got something there,” said Julie. “I get what you’re trying to say with it, too. Is this for the mushrooms?”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s perfect,”  she kissed my forehead and continued on to the bathroom. I was glowing with pride.

Lisa came downstairs a little while later. She had gussied herself up, wearing a turquoise skirt that hugged her ass in a most delightful way, a yellow turtleneck that showed off her tits, and yet another escapee from the Bottomless Pit of Scarves. It was turquoise, to match her skirt. She’d put some waves in her hair, too.

“You’re ready for company,” I said, giggling.

“I’m surprised you’re not,” she countered.

I glanced at the clock. “You do know that it’s only like ten, right?”

Lisa pulled up a chair and sat down. “Oh, I know,” she said. “I’m excited. Do you really think Megan is going to want to… you know…”

“Let me put it this way. You won’t need to serve Megan lunch,” I said, “because she’s gonna eat YOU for lunch. Then have me and Julie for dessert.”

“If I’m dessert, I wanna be a banana split with tons of chocolate sauce and a cherry on top!” Julie crowed as she came out of the bathroom, then busted up giggling.

I started giggling, too, but Lisa got a thoughtful expression on her face. She was eyeing Julie with her head cocked to one side. “That can be arranged, you know,” she said.

Julie stopped giggling. “Wait, what?”

Lisa laughed. “Never mind. Let’s figure out what you two are going to wear.” She paused, looking me and Julie up and down. “You know, I might just have to look around online, see if I can find a source for lingerie in your sizes…”

***

Ninety minutes later, Julie was wearing one of her best new dresses, a long blue formal-looking thing with lots of lace. Lisa had disappeared into the basement for a bit, returning with some stuff that Julie had outgrown but Jason hadn’t gotten around to getting rid of. That’s how I ended up in a very similar ensemble, only my dress was in magenta. Then Lisa styled our hair, painted our nails, and we dug around in Julie’s costume jewelry until we found stuff that we thought worked.

Between the two of us, we looked like we were going to the ball. I said so, and Lisa laughed, saying that all we needed was a couple of handsome princes, and coaches pulled by four horses.

“Forget that,” I said. “I don’t need no prince. I have my princess right here.” I wrapped an arm around Julie’s waist.

“Hey, wait a minute,” Julie protested, her arm snaking around my waist, “I thought you were MY princess!”

I giggled. “Do we have to fight over who belongs to who now?”

“I think you two belong to each other,” said Lisa.

She didn’t sound like she was joking, and I realized it was true. Will it be this way forever? I don’t know. I sometimes wonder if forever is even real. But Julie is what I need right now, and I’m what she needs. That’s all that matters.

I laid my head against Julie’s arm, losing myself in her warmth… and then there was a knock at the door. Megan was there. Julie ran to the door to let her in.

She took off her coat, then turned to face us. It looked like she’d gone out of her way to step up that goth thing she had going. She had on a short black skirt with fringes, black leggings underneath, and a t-shirt that read BAUHAUS. I think it’s the name of a band. She was wearing bracelets on both wrists and a necklace with a big black pendant at the end. She’d also donned dark makeup, both around her eyes and on her lips. She looked amazing, like some kind of evil love goddess.

“Hello, Megan,” said Lisa. “It’s so nice to have you here.” She was using her very best ‘welcome to our home’ voice, but there was a tremor in it.

Megan flashed that sarcastic grin of hers. “Nice to be here,” she said. “Under the circumstances, I’m hoping you won’t expect me to call you Ms. Jenkins.”

Lisa raised an eyebrow, and then she seemed to relax. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” she said with a smile. “Hope you’re hungry, because lunch is ready.”

“Famished,” said Megan, but the way her eyes flickered back and forth between Julie, me, and Lisa, I had a feeling she was talking about a lot more than just food!

Lisa had set up a full spread for lunch. There was baked chicken, potatoes au gratin, broccoli with cheese and a side salad. We kind of avoided talking about why Megan was really there. Lisa asked some questions about school and AL, and that’s mostly what we ended up discussing. But as we finished lunch, the mood started getting a little awkward. Long pauses and stuff like that. I knew why, and decided it was time to move on to the next thing.

“That was delicious,” I said. “Thanks, Lisa. But right now, I’m hungry for something else.”

All eyes turned to me. In school, when everyone looks my way, I get all nervous and red in the face. But we were in my world now!

I glanced from one face to the next, first Julie, then Lisa, and finally fixed on Megan. “What are YOU hungry for?” I asked her.

Megan paused, then broke into a bad-girl grin. “Since we’re going there now,” she said, turning to Lisa, “I’ve been wanting to tear you apart for a long time.”

Lisa was stunned into silence. She just sat there, her mouth hanging open.

“Lisa is pretty fucking hot, isn’t she?” I said. “So are you, by the way. I love that dark makeup.”

Julie stood up. “I have an idea,” she said. She was looking at me. I love the way everyone acts like I’m the one in charge when things get sexy!

“Mallory,” she went on, “why don’t we clear the table while Lisa and Megan go in the living room and, um, get to know each other better?”

“Sounds like a great plan,” I said, giving Megan a wink.

“Oh, no,” said Lisa, “I can help with…”

“Uh-uh,” I said, shaking my head as I began to gather up the plates. “We got this.”

Lisa was clearly nervous, but Megan knew just what to do. She stood up, rounded the table, and took Lisa by the hand. “We’ll be in the living room,” she announced.

Lisa got to her feet, letting Megan guide her. She seemed somewhat uncertain, but it didn’t fool me. I knew how much she really wanted this. They left the kitchen hand-in-hand with Megan in the lead.

Julie and I got started cleaning up. We worked fast, images swirling in my head of what might be going on in the living room. Julie wiped down the table as I got the last of the food put away. She tossed the rag in the sink, then wrapped her arms around me.

We quietly held each other for a moment, and I wondered if Julie was doing the same as me… listening to see if I could hear anything from the living room! They weren’t talking, because we’d have heard that. Listening carefully, I picked up a long sigh, and a little moan from Lisa.

Julie and I shared a delighted grin, then we were kissing. It wasn’t a real heavy kiss, but a slow tender one. Our tongues didn’t clash, they danced.

When we broke apart, Julie snatched my hand and practically yanked me into the living room, where we got treated to the sight of Megan and Lisa, side by side on the loveseat, kissing like crazy, with some serious tongue action happening. Megan pulled away to lick at Lisa’s neck, then their mouths met again. They’d both taken their tops off, and Megan’s bra was on the floor.

They weren’t just kissing, by the way. Lisa was fondling Megan’s bare breasts, while Megan had a hand under Lisa’s skirt. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but the way Lisa was moaning into their kiss gave me a pretty good idea where her fingers were.

I went over to where Lisa was on the love seat. It was easy to get at her back, because she was turned towards Megan, so I unhooked her bra and slipped it off. Megan stopped nibbling Lisa’s ear long enough to flash me a wicked grin. “Thanks, pal,” she said, then buried her face between Lisa’s boobs, taking the nipples between her fingers and thumbs. “Oh, God,” Lisa moaned.

You can probably guess what watching this was doing to me! I couldn’t wait another second; I was almost crazed with lust. So I turned to Julie and pretty much attacked her. I yanked the dress over her head and threw it to one side, then kissed her again. I was cupping her bare butt with both hands, because Julie and I had gone without panties when we’d put our dresses on.

Running my fingers between Julie’s legs, I could feel how wet she was before I even got to her pussy. It was oozing down her leg! When I slipped my finger inside, she went up on her tiptoes.

I don’t even remember taking my dress off, but it must have happened, because the next thing I knew we were naked on the couch with Julie on top of me. She shifted a little to one side so she could slip a leg between mine, grinding her thigh against my pussy.

We started to move, holding and humping each other. But just when it was starting to feel amazing, she took her leg away. “Hey, Mal,” she panted, “there’s something I read about in one of Lisa’s books that I wanna try. I think it’s called tribbing.”

I’d never heard of it. “Tribbing? What’s that?”

Her smile made me shiver inside. “I’ll show you.”

The idea is actually kinda simple, but we needed a minute to get it worked out. I had my head on one arm of the couch, Julie’s was on the other, our legs were criss-crossed, and our pussies were touching.

“This is how girls fuck,” she told me. “That’s what it said in Lisa’s book, anyhow.”

The moment I felt her gooshy wet cunt moving against mine, it was all over. I started thrusting like crazy, and she was grinding back into me. I think I was moaning right away; I KNOW she was.

Opening my eyes, I saw Megan and Lisa. I’d almost forgotten about them!! They were both naked except for their jewelry. They were sitting side by side, watching us and rubbing each other’s pussies. I couldn’t take my eyes away, and the sensations between my legs suddenly got so intense, it had me on fire. I wasn’t moaning anymore, I was screaming!

I glanced down at Julie, and saw that her eyes were also glued to the love seat action. “Oh, Mal,” she wailed, “I’m g-gonna come!” She worked her hips faster than ever, and I felt myself tipping over the edge.

“Me too!” I gasped. We both exploded, bucking against each other.

As our rapture slowly faded, I found myself needing to be held. Untangling our legs, I got myself turned around, settling into Julie’s arms.

Meanwhile, over on the love seat. Lisa was getting up. “That was beautiful, girls,” she told us, then got down on her knees, burying her mouth between Megan’s thighs.

“Fuck, yes,” Megan said, rolling her eyes. “More of that, please.”

Lisa’s arm was moving and though my view was blocked by her body, I knew she was finger-fucking Megan. It didn’t take long. I figure they’d been watching us and touching each other long enough that they were both close to getting off.

Sure enough, Megan came moments later, grinding her pussy into Lisa’s face and letting out a long, throaty cry. Then she was sliding off the couch and scooting under Lisa, who spread her legs to make room. Megan stretched out on her back and grabbed Lisa’s hips, guiding that sexy shaved pussy down to her waiting mouth. Extending her tongue, she began to lick.

This time, I had a great view of the action. And even though I’d just had an orgasm, watching Megan feast on Lisa’s cunt had me all wild and fluttery inside, ready for more. Why not? I told myself.

Kissing Julie’s cheek, I got up, padded over to the love seat and knelt on the floor, where I slid two fingers into Lisa’s dripping pussy from behind.

Lisa cried out, glanced back to see what was going on, then buried her face in the sofa cushion, groaning into it while we fucked her.

I guess Julie wanted in on this, because she padded over to the love seat and climbed over the back, seating herself with a leg on either side of Lisa. Then when Lisa raised her head, Julie kissed her hard and deep. Within seconds, they were making out like passionate lovers. Julie was feeling Lisa up, using both hands to fondle those gorgeous tits.

The sight had me trembling inside. Still does, actually. More and more these days, I catch myself thinking about Mom, what it would be like to fuck her. Well, Lisa had practically become Julie’s mother, and there they were, having sex right in front of me. Holy crow, how could I NOT be turned on?

We went on like that for a minute or two, the three of us pleasuring Lisa. Megan was licking her pussy, I fingered her from behind, and Julie touched her breasts while they kissed. It was the wildest, sexiest thing I’d ever done.

Suddenly Lisa broke away from Julie and started letting out these sharp little screams. Her cunt clamped down on my fingers, and her legs spread even wider, pinning Megan’s head to the floor. Then she went completely limp and flopped over to one side, her butt hitting the parquet floor with a wet slapping sound. She rested her head on the sofa cushion and gave a happy sigh.

We all ended up naked on the love seat. I was on Megan’s lap, Julie was on Lisa’s, and we were all nestled together in the most awesome four-way snuggle you could want.

Something struck me as really funny, and I decided I’d better say it before I ruined it by  laughing first. “Did you get enough to eat, Megan?” I asked, THEN started giggling.

“Oh, you know me,” she replied. “I’m pretty full right now, but give me ten minutes. I’ll be hungry again.”

We chatted for awhile, then started punctuating our sentences with little kisses and caresses. Soon we were talking less and making out more. Don’t ask me to sort out who was doing what with whom at any particular moment… there were four of us, after all!

Then Lisa got a funny little grin. “You know… I’ve been thinking about dessert,” she said.

Megan arched a brow. “What’d you have in mind?”

“Well, Julie told us she wanted to be a banana split with chocolate sauce and a cherry on top.”

A delighted smile cracked Megan’s face. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Minutes later we were in Lisa’s room, an old faded comforter thrown over the bed. Julie and I were on our backs, with Lisa and Megan looming above. The nightstand was loaded down with every dessert topping we’d been able to dig out of the kitchen. Chocolate syrup, caramel, butterscotch, whipped cream and maraschino cherries. Probably a couple of other things I’m forgetting.

Megan seized a squeeze bottle of Hershey’s and began squirting it all over my thighs, belly, and chest. I shivered when the first drop hit me… it was cold! Lisa was smearing caramel on Julie. Then they switched girls, so both of us got the same treatment. They went on to whipped cream, getting gooey toppings everywhere, it seemed, except our pussies. I asked Lisa about that.

“You don’t want anything sugary there,” she pointed out. “Believe me, you’re too young to learn what a yeast infection is!”

When they finally had us decorated, they dug in. Lisa began licking the topping off of me, and Megan went to work on Julie. It was this warm, tickly sensation that drove me wild! Lisa did my chest and my belly first, then spent a really long time on my legs. I was squirming like crazy and whimpering. The noises coming from my left told me Julie wasn’t in a much better state.

Suddenly Lisa’s tongue was gone. I opened my eyes to see her digging around in a dresser drawer. She came up with two nearly identical devices. They were purple and pink shafts, each with a funny little rubber thing that arched over the top.

Megan was rubbing her hands together, wearing a huge grin. “Oh, yeah… you have rabbits! Cool!”

“Yup,” said Lisa, “and these don’t have sugar on them. Our hands and mouths do.”

She handed one to Megan, being careful to only touch the thick end with the buttons on it. I was starting to get an idea of how a rabbit worked from the way she handled it.

Lisa pressed a button on hers, and there was a whirring noise. I laid my head back against the pillow, my heart racing as I felt the tip of the thing gently press against my entrance. It was vibrating! I thrust my hips at it, and it slid inside. Tingly! I was already getting high on this. Then Lisa pushed it all the way in, so the little rubber thing was vibrating against my clit.

“Ohhh!” I howled. This was something new! I had NO control over myself. I helplessly slammed my hips up and down, fucking the hell out of this fun new toy. Julie was moaning, her voice rising in pitch and volume. I scrabbled around until I found her hand and squeezed it hard. She laced her fingers with mine. That’s how I came, holding onto Julie’s hand and screaming the house down. Then everything went dark for a moment. The next thing I heard was Julie’s wild cries as she came.

My eyes snapped open when I heard gasps and moans from the end of the bed. I lifted my head to see Lisa and Megan, sitting side by side against the headboard. They were holding hands, using those rabbit toys on themselves. Julie was still lying back with her eyes closed, so I nudged her until she opened her eyes, then pointed to the hot scene taking place in front of us. She nestled into my arms, and we settled in to watch the show.

Lisa was gasping for breath, and I could tell she was almost there. She turned her head to look at Megan, whose face was tight with passion. “Are you close?” she panted.

“Getting there,” Megan replied.

Lisa withdrew her toy enough so the rubber part wasn’t touching her clit anymore. “Let me know when you’re ready,” she said.

They went on that way for about another minute, Megan’s movements growing more and more frantic. Lisa was just lightly fucking herself with the tip of the thing.

“Now!” Megan wailed.

Lisa slammed the toy deep into her pussy and pressed her mouth to Megan’s. I got to watch them orgasm together, hips bucking, crying out into a passionate kiss.

Afterwards, we all lay there for a little bit, not talking, just relaxing and catching our breath. Julie spoke first.

“Ewww,” she said, running her fingers down her belly. “I’m all sticky. It was hot when we were doing it, but now it’s kind of… ooky.”

Lisa exchanged a glance with Megan. “Should we give these naughty little girls a bath?”

Of course, Megan loved the idea, so LIsa led the three of us downstairs, everyone still naked. We went into the old bathroom with the big tub, and Lisa got the bathwater running. Julie and I climbed in.

Then Lisa turned to Megan, took her hands, and kissed her firmly on the mouth. “In the mood for a shower?” she asked.

The two of them left. Julie and I scrubbed the sticky crud off ourselves, then she sat back against the end of the tub, beckoning me to her. I settled in between her legs, and she wrapped both arms around me, her soft fingers caressing my belly.

“I love you, Mallory,” she said. “Will you be my girlfriend, even if we have to be quiet about it?”

I rested my head back against Julie’s chest, a happy smile spreading across my face until it felt like it was going to crack. Nothing in the whole wide universe had ever felt as good as this.

“I love you, too,” I said. “And I’m already your girlfriend. You just didn’t know it yet.”

 

November 12, 2006

Yesterday, before I came home from Julie’s, she got an email from her dad that came with a link. The band he’s playing for had put a video on YouTube of a song from the first show of the tour, and we watched that. We both laughed to see Jason in leather pants and a frilly shirt, making all these weird poses with his legs far apart, or prancing around the stage like he owned it. Their music really was great, though. I already knew he was a good musician, but really, he’s WAY better than that. And he makes it look so easy, like he doesn’t have to try!

When I got home Dad was out combining corn, and probably would be late into the night. Mom and I ate in silence. I could tell she had something on her mind, but didn’t quite know how to talk about it. I knew better than to push.

Finally, when we were putting the dishes away, she spoke up. “I got a job.”

“Whoa… what?”

“I’m going to work. Starting Monday.”

I had to take a minute to make sure my heart was still beating. “Where!?”

“At the senior center, just a couple of days a week. They’re looking for someone to help with activities and take care of paperwork. The pay isn’t very good, but it’s a start. I’ve never had a job before, you know.”

“Does Dad know?”

She put the last dish away and plodded towards the living room. “I told him this morning.”

“And is he cool with it?”

She plopped down on the sofa with a hollow laugh. “No, but I’m doing it anyway. It’ll get me some work experience while I’m in school.”

I wanted to cheer, but I kept my face still. “What are you going to study?”

She smiled at me. A real smile, not her usual sad, tired one. “I don’t know yet. There’s this whole world of opportunities out there that I’ve never even let myself think about. Lutheran Social services gave me this big packet full of information about it, and in particular what kind of degrees I can get with distance learning. We’ll have to get an internet connection, but that’s okay. I told your dad we could just get rid of the cable TV to pay for it.”

My eyes just about popped out of my head. Mom giving up watching TV? “Are you serious?”

Again, that big radiant smile. “More serious than I’ve ever been about anything! I could do information technology… that’s the stuff that makes computers talk to each other, like the internet. I don’t know anything about computers, but wouldn’t it be fun to learn? Or I could go into social work. Maybe accounting or bookkeeping. There’s so much. I have to decide by January, because that’s when I’m starting.”

I crossed the room, crawled up into her lap, and hugged her. “I think that’s great, Mom.” She hugged me back, and we just sat there like that for a few minutes. Then I turned my face up and kissed her chin. My mom gives me kisses goodbye and stuff like that sometimes, but I can’t remember the last time I kissed her. She responded by giving me a peck on the nose.

Turning around so I was straddling her lap, I kissed the corner of her jaw. I did it slowly this time, letting my lips linger. I wasn’t sure how much I could get away with, but I figured as long as she thought I was just being affectionate, I had a little bit of rope. My pussy was throbbing.

Mom giggled. “What’s gotten into you?” she said, kissing my cheek. I leaned in and kissed right below where I’d kissed the last time, just barely on her neck.

“My little girl,” she murmured, brushing the corner of my eye with her lips. I went back to her jawline, planting three slow, deliberate kisses in a line from the corner to just above the chin. Lifting my arms, I entwined my fingers in her hair.

She let out a little sigh, nuzzling my forehead. This time, I let my lips trail down to her neck. Gently I guided her head backwards to give myself more room. She shivered a little, and this time her sigh sounded a bit bit ragged.

I was trying to keep cool, not let Mom realize how excited I was. By then, I was wondering what she would do if I kissed her with my tongue. Sure, it was a crazy idea… but at that moment, ANYTHING seemed possible.

But Mom suddenly pulled away, her eyes meeting mine. I put on my best innocent little girl expression and smiled.

“I… I’m going to take a bath,” she said, looking away. “You should probably practice your piano before bedtime.”

“Okay,” I replied. I got out of her lap, and she left the room without another word.

I wondered if Mom was gonna touch herself in the bathtub, and thought for a minute about listening at the bathroom door. But to tell the truth, I felt a little guilty about the last time I eavesdropped on her. It seemed like something I ought not to do.

Anyhow, she was right… I DID need to practice. I’ve gotten this idea rattling around in my head about being in one of those student bands Jason puts together, and I’m trying to figure out how to talk my parents into it.

Know what, though? The whole time I was practicing, images of my naked mom touching her pussy in the bathtub began to float in and out of my head. Anyone want to guess what I had to do before going to sleep?

On to Chapter Nineteen!