MAIA LAZAR TOLD HER PARENTS THAT A MUCH OLDER MAN ONLINE WHO KEPT A
DETAILED BLOG WAS TRYING TO ENGAGE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH HER. HOWEVER--MAIA
LAZAR CREATED THE WHOLE FANTASY HERSELF AND WROTE THE FANTASY MAN'S BLOG
HERSELF. AND IN A BRADY BUNCH-STYLE ENDING, MAIA LAZAR LATER LAUGHED AND
BOASTED ONLINE ABOUT HOW SHOCKED HER PARENTS WERE WHEN SHE REVEALED
THAT SHE HAD MADE THE WHOLE THING UP.
REMEMBER, ALL THIS EFFORT IS FROM THE MENTALLY SCREWED-UP 15-YEAR OLD
DAUGHTER TRAINED BY CATHY SEIPP:
FROM THE FAKE BLOG SHE CREATED:
"I don't want to disgrace myself in my short time here, but I am deeply confused. There is this girl
who is quite young, and she is much younger than my fiance. I'll call her "Vicky" since I love that
name. I have been shamelessly flirting with her, but I am in deep love with my fiance, but I can't
forget Vicky, because she's so young and intimidating!"
"My fiance is a bright girl, and I can't get a better girl. My fiance is my night and my day but Vicky
is in the way, I feel if my fiance discovers my online philanderings. What am I to do?
Not tell her and give up this cyberlove who probably doesn't love me back, or just continue until I
get married?
Vicky is very bright at her age, and I wish that I were her age so I could meet her without getting
in trouble with the law."
"I got new work as a car washer at some local place nearby. I showed my friend my webjournal
and he said that I should write more about my sex life. If that excites the reader, than I guess I
should but this weblog is also for me! The date was not as exciting as the first one. (First dates
are the best!) We were more nervous than usual, but her shirt this time was a banana yellow.
Very sexual as it had "Bebe" writen on it. She said it was an imitation shirt she got from a thrift
shop, but the way she moved in it made it automatically Gucci or whatever expensive women's
clothings. (I don't want to seem gay.) I went to bed with her though! She was mellow as her
yellow. She was ten times more responsive than my ex-girlfriend as she let out screams like a
banshee."

"I haven't been able to get back to this activity, writing online for a while as I was very busy
dating. I don't have a date every night, but I wanted to wait a while until I formed a "close bond"
with some gal. Well, I got one girl laid, but it didn't really mean anything. She was not that pretty,
but she was very voluptious enough to sleep with. But she didn't seem to like it that much. It took
me an hour to get an erection! She feigned understanding but was nonetheless patient with me.
It's odd, but I don't remember her name. She called me a week later, saying that she skipped her
period, but she didn't get pregnant. I must have forgotten my condom as it "just happened". "

"A distant friend of mine suggested I go out, to enjoy fresh air. What he really meant, of course,
was to get over this petty romantic shambles. "Love is love, and fucking is fucking", he gruffly
explained."

"I'm writing this in my lofty bedroom on Main Street. The wind is furious, and so are my thoughts.
I was googling for a wholesome forever, and this is the best site I could search for.
I just made love to my girlfriend last night for the first time in our relationship. And I felt guilty. Her
soft skin responded nicely to my hard muscled body, but she left quickly when she heard her
roomate approach the door. I threw on my khakis and muscle shirt and ran the hell out of her
place. The reason we were making love? I had just proposed to her.
What an unmanly way for me to react!
She emailed me that she wanted to talk to me, but I said I was busy. When's the wedding date?!
We were nearly towards climax when her roomate came near the door, and she was murmuring
my name softly under the rhythmic gusto we orchestrated together."