Claire came over Saturday. Not happy with the world since the Grattans are giving her more and more shit.

We wandered around Scarborough's sea front down to Luna Park, which gave much merriment to the young Melbournian. A fish and chip supper just to be total tourists and then back along the seafront and up in the paths leading up to the Esplanade.

There we made out. For ages, kissing, holding, touching, feeling. Rubbing against each other and nearly making me cum on more than once.

We were watching movies, sort of, on Saturday night. Though sex was more fun and took up more time. Sunday morning was the same before going out for breakfast. Claire left around midday saying she felt sick.

I don't think this relationship is going to work sometimes. Although Claire's a great person she never seems totally happy with me, as though I'm doing something wrong or just not really what she wants. I don't know.

Spent the rest of the day watching D-Day malarky on TV.

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