Diary entry #34 - age 16 - Jaclyn

"I wonder if he knew that same spot that he touches frightens me as much as it turns me on. The treasured area at which I dispose all my frustration is the weak point of my soul. The ravaged most cherished most abused of my possessions. The one I am supposed to control, has been in everyone else's jurisdiction except for my own. Taking and pleasing as they wish. Don't get me wrong, they aren't raping me, they aren't hurting me, but they aren't loving me. Isn't it supposed to be used for love?"