Miss Ella told Mr Craven about our encounters. She used to get me drunk and take me to the attic rooms. Lick me. *sobs* Nothing I could do. She used to strip for me. When all my thoughts were of Wes. *cries*

The Pain and The Agony... *weeps*

Mr Craven is having a party on Sunday. He has promised to get caterers in for this, because I cannot cope by myself. A lonesome house boy is not a happy house boy. I love Mr Craven, because he is very sweet. He has been rather down lately, so in an effort to cheer him up I danced about in my hotpants. It seemed to cheer him up. He has been ( Read more... )

This is not a journal for somnolence. Mr Craven says he's going to have a party soon. Well, I hope he gets in some caterers and people to clear up because I cannot do it all by myself.

Mr Craven is getting delusions of grandeur. I think maybe I should take him to the doctor.

Now Mr Craven hasn't been very happy lately because a nasty man called Dick has been fighting in his journal and being mean to all his friends so I have been having to give him lots of nice Tea Tree footbaths and make lots of nice dinners. He also requests I dance around in my hotpants, so I have been happy to oblige. Mr Craven is a good employer. ( Read more... )

I spent the last TWO days, let me tell you TWO!!! Clearing up after the party. You are very messy bad people. And Mr Wes Bentley...anytime, anyplace...I'm all yours.

I dread the next party in some ways, because of cleaning up and all, but then again, I get sex and lots of drinks.

Come admire my hotpants.

Hello lovely people! I am pretty busy tonight with my master's party, but if you want some help, come to me! I am here for your service, you see?

*serves cocktails*