Story: My Nine Eleven Diary g9   
   - M/g - ped - oral - anal - love - reluct - pain - death   
      
   7:30 AM   
   My daughter, 9 years old Marion, should have been to school that   
   morning. Her mother, my wife Susan, woke her up not half an hour ago to   
   have breakfast and go to school, which starts precicely at 8:00. But   
   little Marion felt sick and started the day barfing on the floor and   
   then again on the hallway, running to the toilet. Susan had an important   
   meeting at work and was pissed having to clean up the mess and risking   
   being to late- .   
      
   So I told her to drive off and I would take care of the situation. So   
   she left and I guess I have to start cleaning now.   
      
   7:50 AM   
   Yes, somebody had to clean up the mess and I did that, it was no big   
   deal. Everything is clean and shiny now. I just phoned Marion's school   
   and called her in sick and emailed my boss about having to stay at home   
   today caring for my child. But guess what, as I finish those phonecalls   
   Marion is jumping all around, feeling better than ever. Now she is   
   hungry and wants her breakfast!   
      
   8:15 AM   
   My boss just called. He needs me at work instantly to go through some   
   important papers. I told him that I'm stuck with my child (I don't want   
   to send her to school now, after having called her in sick just to   
   listen to their usual nag on discipline matters and all that crap). So I   
   tell my boss that I actually can come, but only if my daughter can come   
   along and stay at the office at least until noon. "No problem" he sais.   
      
   8:35 AM   
   Luckily we live just a few blocks from my office in the World Trace   
   Center. So even though we only have one car, and my wife always drives   
   to work, we are here at the office only 20 minutes after my boss did   
   call. This is a big and bright office with great view, close to the top   
   of the tower. Marion has taken her homework with and I just fetched a   
   small table for her, so she can sit in my guest sofa and do her homework   
   while I go though the papers at my desk.   
      
   8:46 AM   
   Me and Marion have both just started our work when this terrible noise   
   comes blasting. An explotion? We both run to the windows, and see   
   nothing but lots of black smoke. We are in the North Tower and the   
   windows face south, towards the other tower. But it can harly be seen,   
   we are covered in smoke and dust! I ask Marion to wait still in her sofa   
   while I check with the others at the office what is going on.   
      
   8:50 AM   
   I walk into our coffee room where there is a TV. Almost everybody from   
   the office is there too. The athmosphere is weird. We stare at the news   
   channel silently as we learn that our Tower has been hit by a jet   
   airplane causing an enormous exploiton. Nobody knows what is going on or   
   what to do. I'm relieved that Marion is not here watching this terrible   
   broadcast. This can't be true. It must be a bad dream. It's not.   
      
   8:55 AM   
   The elevators are not working.   
      
   8:57 AM   
   Somebody tried to run down the staris, only to meet flames of fire.   
   There is no way out. Total panic.   
      
   8:55 AM   
   Frozen. Still whatcing the news. Speculations say that this might have   
   been a terrorist attack. Everybody is advised to leave the building. I   
   go into the office to fetch Marion.   
      
   9:00 AM   
   Marion comes running to me crying. She realizes something terrible is   
   going on. I had forgot that we have a radio in the office and she has   
   heard the news. She is crying and I hold her. I try to tell her that   
   everything will be OK but I come up with nothing. I'm so helpless.   
      
   9:02 AM   
   A terrible noise. Another explotion! Can it be true? There is no doubt.   
   The south tower has been hit too. Now we can see directly trouch the   
   windows what also happened to out Tower.   
      
   9:10 AM   
   It is now clear that this is a terrorist attack and our chances of   
   surviving are close to none with the damage below us. The moslims are   
   killing us in the name of Allah. Fucking bastards. They have turned the   
   WTC into an altar of that evil, hateful, satanic god of theirs, offering   
   us to him.   
      
   9:40 AM   
   All telephone and internet lines are out in the building. For half an   
   hour I have been trying to call Susan from my mobile but an answering   
   machine sais that all lines are busy. The system must be overloaded.   
   Marion is crying.   
      
   9:45 AM   
   We have to get out. The sprinkler system has started so it's raining   
   inside now. But that will just get worse. In a matter of time the fire   
   form below will reach us, I´m afraid. Luckily this building is based on   
   the best steel structure in the world, and can't collapse whatever   
   happens. We have been told so. Why are there no helicopters around to   
   rescue us? They must be on the way. But will they reach us before the   
   fire does? This is what I'm thinking while I hold poor little sobbing   
   Marion in my arms.   
      
   9:55 AM   
   There is nothing to do but wait and hope. Wait and hope. I take Marion   
   into my private office and we sit and wait, hoping for rescue. We watch   
   the damaged, burning north tower not believing what we see.   
      
   9:59 AM   
   The north tower is collapsing! Dirt and dust hits our windows. This is   
   so terrible. We were hit first but we are still standing. But I realize   
   that there is no hope anymore.   
      
   10:00 AM   
   While we look out the window in a frozen state a man falls past. The   
   poor guy has jumped. He's probably still falling. In a miute he will be   
   dead. In how many miutes will we be dead too?   
      
   10:01 AM   
   I make a descicion. A big one.   
      
   10:02 AM   
   I walk to the doors of my office and I lock them so nobody can come in.   
   I sit down in the sofa and tell Marion to sit in my lap. She does. I   
   tell her how much I love her and that she is the most beautiful little   
   girl ever and the light of my life. I then ask her if she realizes what   
   has just happened.   
      
   - Yes daddy. Will we survive, daddy?   
      
   - No honey, I'm afraid not. But we still have each other and we still   
   have some time left. Maybe a few minutes, maybe an hour, nobody really   
   knows.   
      
   - What do we do now then, daddy?   
      
   - My darling, I have to tell you something. You are my reason for   
   living. If it wasn't for you I would have seperated from your mother   
   years ago. But I love you and my goal in this life has always been to   
   make you a happy and healthy woman who would also be my best friend   
   forever and in the matter of time bring me some just as wonderful   
   grandchildren. Do you understand?   
      
   - Yes daddy, I love you too daddy.   
      
   - But at the same time, my darling little daughter, I find you the   
   sexiest little girl in the whole world, turing me on more than anything.   
   Marion, do you know what a paedophile is?   
      
   - I guess.   
      
   - Well, tell me....   
      
   - It's a man who has sex with children isn't it?   
      
   She is such a clever little girl.   
      
   - Yes darling, and do you know what sex actually includes?   
      
   - Well I guess I can tell you now, it too late for you to be mad...... I   
   found some adult magazines in the garage not so long ago. I looked at   
      
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