Gotta do this with my iPhone tonite. Pamela must think I've got a problem here in the bathroom, or she thinks I'm in here playin with myself. I wonder if Christopher ever did that when they were married. I figure he did it in front of the mirror, lookin at his own body. That boy has bigger titties than Elena ( Read more... )

I'll never forget that call. My cell phone was ringing, but I had it on vibrate. So I guess I should say it was shaking, not ringing. I had it in the inside pocket of my jacket, and when I pulled it out, it said the number was "restricted." I didn't answer right away, and it stopped vibrating ( Read more... )

There are actually people who believe my daddy is dead?

Really?

When I went through the suitcase from Emma, I found something interesting. It was a small journal with a black leather cover. Sort of dog-eared, you could tell it had been carried around a lot. It was full of dates and names and symbols. The dates started in 1974 and ended in 1978. And most of the names were unfamiliar ( Read more... )

Got my journal set up. Used another guy's style to make it. I don't much like copying somebody's style, but in this case it worked, even for the banner (which is the backside of Southfork ( Read more... )

It's no secret I'm not good at this reading and writing stuff. Mama called it dyslexia, because I guess that was better than admitting I might not be as smart as the other kids. Why in the world would somebody like me write down my secrets? Even if I could do it worth a damn, I gotta be careful. What if Pamela found this journal? What if Uncle ( Read more... )