Dear Diary,

I had the strangest...day dream earlier today. I could smell diesel and urinals. I couldn't move at all. When I looked down at my body I could see my feet had been tied to the bathroom stall and my breasts were tightly bound. My hands were tied to the plumbing of the toilet. I was totally vulnerable in a mens truckstop restroom. I was thinking about how dry the rag in my mouth would be when my teacher told me to focus. I had been day dreaming in class again. I hope he didn't see how wet I was.