Dairy of Wendy Albertson

The following diary entries were culled from the victim's journal. The entries are sequentially listed, and include dates over the last ten months. Wendy Albertson is apparently a very conscientious and prolific journal writer. She wrote extensively, almost every day. However, only those entries considered relevant to the conception, execution, or methods of the crime are included here. Miss Albertson was thirteen at the time of the first entry, and is fourteen years old now. Here are her words - no grammatical corrections have been made.

11 June 97

Mom brought home the guy she's been seeing today. His name is Roger, he's about forty I think. Anyway, he's about Mom's age, but boy is he handsome! Not like some of her other boyfriends I could mention, like Tom (yuck). He looks like a movie star. I mean Roger looks like a movie star, not Tom!

I don't know what he sees in her, actually, she's not too good looking any more. I wish she'd lose some weight! When I look at picture of her when she was my age, or even in high school and college, she looks HOT, but ever since I was born (I can tell from pictures), and especially since Dad died four years ago, she's really been putting on the pounds.

At least for once I'm not afraid he's after Mom's money. Lots of guys seem to be more interested in her bank account than her, but I doubt it with him. Roger must be rich! He drives a big BMW, and was wearing a fancy suit tonight, so I guess he just really likes Mom. That would be cool - maybe he'll make her happy and she won't be such a bitch!

15 June 97

Today is Sunday. I don't believe it, Roger stayed over here last night! I guess they've dated for a few weeks, even though I just met him on Wednesday, but still, Mom has only had a guy stay over a couple of times, and then it was after MONTHS, not weeks! I guess maybe the fat cow thought she better lock this dreamboat in before he came to his senses!

I take that back. I shouldn't say so many mean things about Mom. She just drives me crazy sometimes!

Anyway, I didn't even know he was here. This morning I was walking down the hall to the bathroom when I practically ran into him. I guess he was bringing Mom breakfast in bed or something. He was carrying a tray and was only wearing boxer shorts!

The worst thing is, I was wearing panties. Just panties! God, it was so embarrassing! I didn't have a T-shirt on or anything. And he looked right at my practically non-existent breasts and got a little smile on his face.

Just my luck. I'm practically naked in front of a hunky guy who I hardly know (even if he is REALLY old) and he's looking at my Double-A cups. I think I turned totally red, and then I acted SOOOOO immature - I turned around and ran back to my room. When I turned to slam my door shut, he was still there at the end of the hall, watching me with that smile on his face! I could have died.

I snuck out of the house and spent the day at Jenny's. I don't know if I can ever face him again!......(cont)