Dhyanna took the journal and set to the task of reading it. Every sordid word. The task took twice as long as it should have since she had to keep stopping to masturbate. This was one hot place.

Dhyanna smiled as she finished the journal and had the information she needed in more ways than one.

If Dhyanna had her way, Slothlands would never be the same again. She giggled like one of the schoolgirls as she pictured the Headmaster trussed and tortured. Surely, he was smart enough to get out of the predicament that she was sure he had gotten into. Perhaps not. Another smile crossed her face as she went in search of her brother and his plaything.