Judging by the quote above, it sounds like Emily wasted her summer. She was all alone in her cabin writing poetry, do you think she feels guilty for having masturbated so much? Maybe she wasn’t interested in finding a man to marry, just a Top to service her needs…

Summer did fly by for me, but I don’t feel bad. I squeezed every bit of juice out of it! And this lazy Sunday of a three-day weekend is just a continuation of the revelry!