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A b*****rs Plan

... wanted me sexually but loved me too much to hurt me. He also described how it would be to have his first time with his s****r. After all that I had read and all that he described in such perfect detail I could hardly believe that he was still a virgin. He had spent so much time lusting after me that he never got around to dating any other girls. I wonder if he even looked at other girls with sexual desires in the same way he looked at me. I felt it all; Eroticism to deceit. I felt love and betrayal. My b*****r had captured my attention while still keeping me completely grossed out by his thoughts. I wasn’t sure if I were to feel angry towards him or lovingly towards him. What I did know as I finished reading his journal of deceit was that I needed to keep an eye on it. For my own good I needed to know what he was up to. I needed to be one step ahead. I followed his journal. His entries became rather erotic and loving. Describing me laying on my bed while inviting him in. One particular entry described him taking me out to dinner and a movie. Followed up with a drive up into the foothills so we could cuddle and gaze at the stars. I was so fucking confused. Did he want to fuck me or love me? The days passed and the days turned into a week and then two weeks. It seemed as if he went through periods of sexual desire and then periods of a loving and caring b*****r. It was one of his outrageous sexual desire entries which prompted me to act. I knew that I needed to do something ...

... about it. If I didn’t I would be in trouble without anywhere to turn. His journal entry scared the shit out of me: “I’ve watched her since I got home this summer. I have tried to get closer to her emotionally with hopes of seduction. These last few weeks she has been growing further and further away from me. She hardly looks at me. I feel as if I have suddenly become ugly to her. She won’t go out and do anything with me and completely avoids me when I walk into the room. I have decided that if I want to be with her I must do so without her knowing. c********* is the way for this to happen. All that studying for chemistry will pay off this summer. I plan on making c********* myself. Acetone, bleach, and large amounts of ice to cool the reaction. I know this is dangerous. I know I need to be careful. There are warnings all over the internet to not ever do this or try it. I don’t want to hurt her, I just want to experience her. I will make it and try it out on myself before I do anything to her. I have found out that my parents are leaving for the weekend. I guess there is a wedding a nice drive away that they want to attend. They have told me to take care of her this weekend. I need her to take care of me.” Holy fucking shit. I was floored by this. He had planned on making c*********? What the fuck? Do I go buy a door lock and avoid him like the plague? Do I call up all my friends and see if I could spend the night elsewhere? Do I just leave and not tell him where I’m going? I ...