The Journal 1: 1

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Acknowledgement

Be grateful to the Almighty for supplying

the knowledge - that's the key!

My  Confession

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This is a work of fiction.

Name of the characters,

places and incidents in The Journal 1,

are nothing known to the author by any means.

They're only the author's imagination. 

Please be aware if you happen to see

your name or whatever it's an act

of coincidence thank you.

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- For Keisha

enjoy girl

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Content

1  Chapter  1-2 

2  Chapter  3-22

3  Chapter  23-36

4  Chapter  37-45

5  Chapter  46-51

6  Chapter  52-61

7  Chapter  62-74

8  Chapter  75-80

9  Chapter  81-89

10  Chapter  90-102

11  Chapter  103-112

12  Chapter  113-121

13  Chapter  122-131

14  Chapter  132-142

15  Chapter  143-150

16  Chapter  151-167

17  Chapter  168-183

The

Journal

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Chapter 1

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I purposely pulled the alarm clock from the bed-side

table, it was ringing too damn loud.

I heard it smack the floor.... Bam!

I raised my face frightened!

Someday I will have to replace it.

I need to sleep late this morning, but the crow

of an ill-mannered roaster made its way into my

room, irritating my ears. I frowned miserably.

All the animals were engaged in a spectacular performance. It seems every single soul is

intent on making me miserable at this hour.

I struggled to my weary knees, said a prayer

and then pushed outside to battle the enemy.

I cracked the door open, but a roaring force of wind from the valley, traveling at 300 metre per second, forced me to close it at once. Manchester hills are

very cold during the winter time. Oh gosh! I sneezed. These crazy chickens are making my morning hell already.

Why am I spending Christmas in the country?

Why is it always a headache for me?

Why is it always a headache for me? 

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I quickly moved to the kitchen.

I made myself a cup of coffee and drank it all

Ahhh! I belched. I made another cup.

I definitely needed that I suppose. 

Across to my left was an old dark brown cabinet,

Dad told me it was older than he was. He died last year at age 65. I walked over to inspect it carefully.

Its colors and shape were in good condition.

Something else caught my eyes; a dusty, rectangular shape that was old and looked inviting to the touch. Ancient literature, I picked it up and looked at it dearly.

I marched outside, into the morning mist.

My mind wandered. It wasn't cold anymore.

I felt at ease, sitting by an old rocking chair that

dances when the wind comes alive, letting those cockroaches know that they're not alone.

This has been the only horse I have ever ridden.

Ahhh yes! I screamed.

Wow! I saw smoke applauding from my mouth.

I put the cup at my feet.

I held the book close to my mouth, Hoo! I breathed slowly. I watched as dust particles flew in all

directions.Yeah... Here comes the beautiful magic,

'THE JOURNAL 1'.

I watched as particles settled into my coffee transforming its appearance.

I took a sip it changed the taste too, but this time

it’s for the better.

I turned the first page and I started reading: 

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Chapter 2

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Mandeville is the best, or one of the best places on

earth for love.

It’s un-aware of how love appears these modern days though, old and ugly.

But there was nothing old and ugly with the way Shantell feels at the moment.

Shantell’s eyes grew super bright on the dance floor, heat soaked under her skin. Seriously, she had been sweating beneath the rosy blue blouse she wore, and as for the warmth wish that maybe formed between her thighs.

Could a total stranger be evoking these feelings in her soul? Jason had given her his heart.

It has been three magnificent years of loyalty, and one without doubts.

Tonight seems like one dominant night.

To torment her poor little soul.

Will she expresses courtesies; thanks to the man who is responsible for those new ridiculous feelings. Fuck! I don’t know, but this is more than I ever thought of. She thought.

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Shantell’s crotch was progressively soaking with celestial wish, her lusting at a magical stranger.

This is impossible his pair of pants could carry a million ants. Like seriously! Who made that? And he needs a shave. 

Jason could tell something was occupying his angel's mind. Did you say something baby? he asked.

She looked at him with guilt etched in her eyes.

Shantell tried to disguise it, but her eyes dimmed twice. Oh no. I’m just humming the song baby.

Jason knew she lied.

Okay. Alright! He said, rocking to the pop music that  is blazing the club. She stared across the floor. Jason’s eyes were spying on her. Play it cool Shantell, she thought. The temperature worsened as her blood continued to boil. Her control-knob had long been torn apart.

I need another drink, she gave out, staring on the dance floor. Jason got-up from the chair and curiosity etched on his face, his brows arched contemplatively. No, baby, Shantell nodded, I think, I’m gonna fetch this one. Whoa! Whoa! She snapped her fingers as she got up from her chair.

She created a fascinating dance-move, just rocking that exclusive body.

A breath of relief ripped from Jason’s throat and his surprised eyes grew wider, almost popping out of his head. Jason sharply stepped into her path-way. What is it Shantell? What is your problem? Shantell shook her head promptly. Nothing Jason. She folded her lips.

Jason breathed hard. She attempted to move, but Jason seriously grabbed her arm and pulled hard, making sure she stopped.

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She spins and slightly stumbles as she comes to face Jason. He latched an arm around her shoulder to prevent her from falling.

Mwah! She kissed him without hesitation.

His anger faded away.

Please, don’t be too emotional babe, she said immaculately.

Jason calmed down instantly.

He could feel the effects of the kiss in his stomach

at once. Jason paused and listened.

I’ll be back, baby. I will be, Shantell declared as she turned on her heels. Jason nodded and watched as her ass danced across the floor. His girl has a cute face, lovely cheeks, a beautiful smile, a curvaceous shape, and she walked with sturdy steps. Who wouldn't want to know what's going on uh!

Shantell rolled up to the bar counter.

Can I have a tequila double dose? The connection of the bartender's ear and music was doing so well she didn't hear what shantell had said, I thought. Uh! I didn't hear you, the bartender shouted. Shantell stared her in the eyes and slowly talked her words with space and deep into her throat. Can I have a tequila double dose? I got it! The bartender nodded. She got her request and hastily downed her striking pain. Jason’s eyes were narrowed and affixed on her.

Give me another one of those, She ordered another shot. Jason knew something was absolutely wrong.

Shantell had never had one shot too many.

She pulled yet another up to her mouth before turning her head to gaze across the dance floor.

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Who’s that guy on the dance floor? she asked the bartender.

Oh, that is the Moran guy everyone talks about, she replied.

Shantell grinned a little. I wouldn't know it's actually my first time here, she said, then took a breath to continue, But what the hell of a dancer he is?

Shantell talked smartly. She's doing her investigation at once.

"I tell you. He is energetic.

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The energetic Moran, " the bartender replied.

He comes here often too? Shantell asked, lifting eyebrows waiting for the answer.

Yeah. He comes here every Friday and some Sundays too.  Every Friday, the bartender repeated as she poured Shantell another shot. I see, Shantell said.

She looked over her shoulder and saw Jason’s worried face. He’s a hell of a dancer. He will dance all night if you ask him to, The bartender offered. Shantell lifted dark eyes. Oh Moran is something else.

The bartender was busy serving drinks, but took quick breathers to offer up information about Moran.

People say he’s an idiot, but his reasoning is sober, she closed. Shantell smiled weirdly. Across the floor were burning with hot girls. Girls, girls and more girls surrounded Moran, with their hands in the air as they danced away.

Shantell could hardly see Moran, so she twisted her neck for a better view. Moran became smaller and smaller. He was surrounded by so many women. And in active action. It seems every girl wants a piece of this guy including Shantell, I assume.

Jason grew increasingly confused as he tried to deal with Shantell’s attitude.

He may be feeling insecure by this act of surprise.

The club was actively raving, fire blazing, and action packed as many more women joined the wagon on the floor. Jason is about to get burnt.

Shantell’s confusing feeling were still growing, just

like his.

How can this overlong blonde haired, pyramid chinned, baggy pants, not so cool guy have soaked her under-wear without even touching her?

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While unattractive men usually had no effects whatsoever on girls like Shantell, this one did.

Jason was secretly mad deep inside.

She took one last drink and loudly slammed the glass on the table. The force exerted on the glass could have caused damage. How much do I owe you now?  100 bucks, the bartender replied. Shantell paid the bill then returned to the table where Jason was sitting.

I’m ready to go. Ready to go home, she told him.

Jason winked his eyes in surprise, Now? he asked. Yes now. I wanna go now, she continued raucously. 

What the hell got into you tonight?

Jason thought to himself.

This was not a part of their plan. I only have two questions for you, Jason said harshly, pressing back his chair.

What the hell is your problem? And When did you start drinking so much? They left the club instantly.

Silence...........................

Five minutes into the journey Shantell hissed.

She hissed again. Jason was driving slowly.

Drive up baby! She said.

Jason shook his head.

"I don’t think so. I don’t know what’s gotten into

you tonight, he stated, but it’s driving you crazy as

a hell."

"Can you imagine the pain, the terrible pain

I’m under?" Shantell shouted heatedly.

Jason's eyes popped.

He floored the brake pedal against the metal and

they thrust forward and backward involuntarily. Shit! And you're just saying that, he shouted, in hard breathing.

Fuck Jason! You gonna kill us?Both breathed heavily.

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Jason tried to catch his breath, "You said

you’re feeling pain so I stopped to check if you

want to get by the doctor or something.

"Shantell shook with anger when she thought of the lame excuse he just gave.

"You are a complete idiot.

You’re the best friggin idiot I know. Trust me!"

You don’t pay attention, do you? She paused, Mr. Jason. I need to fuck. My pussy has been running wild. Running wild the moment I stepped into that place, she continues louder,

Wild, like a loosen beast by the jungle. 

She stared at Jason, feeling even angrier now.

"My pussy needs to be fucked.

Fucked until my hole is hot like fiery lava."

Jason wasn't scarcely paying her any attention.

But I guess, you only know when you want something, she cussed non-stop. What the hell is she talking about? Jason wondered. Jason, you're talking about a fucking doctor. What about Doctor Jason? Jason kept on driving silently. What about Jason’s surgical table? Jason’s operation? Being Jason’s fucking patient? she snapped. You have no the idea what is going on with me? Never, Shantell raised her voice, laced with sexual frustration.

Jason looked at her longingly. "Sorry. I’m sorry baby.

"He rubbed the back of Shantell’s neck and combed his fingers through her hair. Soften her anger a little bit.

Despite her physical presence beside Jason in the car, Shantell’s mind remained at the club.

They stared at each other earnestly. Now Jason acknowledged what the look on Shantell’s face meant, that’s called TEMPTED!

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Is she damn crazy or losing her head?

Shantell made some funny movements, as they were now traveling at a moderately high speed.

Whoops! 'HOLY JESUS.'

Jason just hit a pot-hole trench.

I guess, tonight is the night for trouble or God knows. Now, Shantell’s desire grew even stronger. She hissed, then stretched from the 

passenger-side and touched Jason's pants-front.

She touched it calmly, watching as