“well this is dirty.” nancy comments. she’s got your diary in her hand, reading out all your detailed fantasies about her. “you really think i could make you feel that good?” the older girl asks, sounding almost condescending. you’re sleeping over tonight, and you’re already in bed. you yawn. “it’s sweet.” she whispers. “nothing to be ashamed of, baby love.” she purrs, using the nickname she made just for you, her hand in your hair. she always knows just what to do.