by wook1013

This is no time to be counting silly lollipops!
But 52 if you must know. Damn nosy diary.
     
While Master Lex went to his Museum last night, I thought I would start my pilates. Must work off all these Chupa Chups I am practicing with. Master Lex should have the best. This work out left me tired. And I went to bed early.

This was the largest mistake of my life. Including the time I slept with the Mob boss's younger son.

I had very strange dreams last night. People speaking with cotton in their mouths. Large shreiking rats. With English accents. Woke up and thought: Must get out the Dream Dictionary.

Was walking to the kitchen. Was passing by the study. And the rats. They were speaking again. Oh no. It wasn't rats. It was hideous. It was. Victoria

Where to start. This woman apparently invaded the house while I was sleeping.

She is vile. She was wearing a hideous dress. I believe it was actually an ugly curtain that was draped around her wildly augmented body. And I think she was wearing a Christmas ornament on her necklace.

But it wasn't the clothing that was the worst.

She opened her mouth. But did words come out? None that I had ever heard before.

Master Lex started by asking her why she brought her rich english muffin ass over the Atlantic. Maybe he didn't say english muffin ass. I am just paraphrasing.

She replyed with: "My fahtha unerstans you may have some neeegativ..." This was actually where my brain shut down from the pain of her voice.

But my eyes couldn't help but see the worst. She attacked Master Lex! The horror. The pain. The horrid kiss. At least it didn't seem that Master Lex was interested at all. There has to be hope for me. There has to.

     


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