TAB 20090521: Dairy of Wendy Albertson
Compiling Agent's Affidavit:
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, at the time of this entry. Here are her words — no grammatical corrections have been made, although punctuation has been parsimoniously been introduced for clarity in some instances. Some irrelevant matters in given entries have been elided.
11 June 08
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, not her money. That would be cool - maybe he'll make her happy and she won't be such a bitch!
15 June 08
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 literally almost 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 look him in the face him again!
18 June 08
Roger stayed over again last night, on a weeknight! I ran into him in the hallway again this morning, this time he was leaving Mom's room. Thank God I had a T-shirt on this time. He looked me up and down, and I felt kind of funny. Then he said something like "I liked your outfit the other day better!" And then he smiled, and kept looking me over. I didn't know what to say, so I just turned into the bathroom and shut the door. When I looked in the mirror, my face was red with blushing!
Afterwards, I felt kind of good and kind of wierded-out at the same time. Was he making fun of me? There was something in the way he looked at me that made me think he wasn't, but I'm still just a kid. I have no breasts, not like Jenny with her B-cups. Jenny thinks he was serious. She says even adult men can think a young girl is cute, you know, not like he wants to go out with her, or have sex with her or anything, just like a work of art or something.
I think I am cute. The boys are always flirting with me. But I'm such a twig. Hardly any tits, hardly any hips, and about two real hairs between my legs. When will I fill out, so older boys will be interested in me? I'm SOOO not interested in the immature kids my age. I'm going to be in eighth grade this fall. If I could just get a growth spurt or something this summer, maybe I could get a high school boyfriend!
Jenny says high school boys expect a lot though. Not just French kissing. Touching. And they want you to touch them, too. Well, that might be kind of fun!
27 June 08
A bunch of us went to the beach today. Jenny's mom took us - Jenny, me, Tonya, and Millie. She was cool — she dropped us off and we were on our own. Which was kind of a good thing, since Jimmy Wilkerson and Brett Howard were there. I think Brett likes me.
Jenny is CRAZY! We were splashing around in the shallow water and she de-pants-ed Brett! I saw his thing and everything. It was so little, like maybe two inches. To hear boys talk about themselves, you'd thing penises were bigger than that! I did kind of like seeing it though.
4 July 08
Roger has a cool motorcycle. He brought it over today, we were having a little Fourth of July party in the back yard. Actually, Mom was having a party, it was just her friends, not mine. Anyway, he took me for a ride on it. I had to hold on real tight to him, he was driving real fast. The motorcycle was vibrating, and it felt really good "down there" when I was riding it behind him. It felt like it does when you let the water jet in the pool or a hot-tub (like the one at Tonya's house) run against your sex area.
Roger kept offering me rides, and I kept accepting. He probably thinks I like to go fast or something, but mostly I did it for the good feelings between my legs. I'm sure grownups don't even think about stuff like that. They don't have to, of course, they can have sex, which is supposed to feel really good. I wonder what that feels like.
1 August 08
Brett and I are "going together". He asked me and I said yes. We were all at the beach together, and he asked me when we were alone. We kissed a couple of times after that, and right before Jenny's mom picked us up, he touched my breast (over my swimsuit, of course)!
When I got home, Roger was there with Mom. He's sure been spending a lot of time at our house lately. Anyway, he kept looking at me funny, like he knew about Brett and me. It made me feel so immature, and it made me think that Brett is such a little kid.
2 August 08
Last night in bed I started thinking about Brett and me at the beach. I started feeling funny "down there", and before I knew it, I was playing with my pussy — there, I wrote it — PUSSY. It felt really good, and after a few minutes this strange feeling came over me, like all my blood was going a hundred miles an hour!
The weirdest thing is that when this happened, I couldn't keep thinking about Brett. I was thinking about Roger, my Mom's boyfriend, instead! Am I sick, or what? I can't help myself, I keep wondering what his penis looks like. I suppose grown-up penises are bigger, right?
25 August 08
I hate the first day back at school! There's the teachers, and the schoolwork, and worst of all, I'm going to lose the tan I worked on all summer! At least this weekend is Labor Day, and Roger is taking me and mom up to a cabin on a lake. My last chance for serious tanning!
1 September 08
We just got back from the lake. I forgot to take my journal, that's why I missed writing on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
Anyway, what a weekend! I mentioned during the ride up that I wanted to get my final tanning in. Roger said there was a beach just for our cabin, real close. And there was. Saturday, I went down in my bathing suit in the morning.
It's a cute suit - blue boyshorts and a white and blue narrow tube-top like thing to cover my breasts (what there is of them!). There's a little anchor embroidered on the blue and white top, so it's sort of a little "sailor outfit". I thought maybe it was too childish for me, but Roger was with Mom and me when I tried it on at the store, and he said he liked it a lot. Hey, he ought to know what looks good to guys, right?
No one else was around at the beach. Actually, no one else came by the whole weekend. It was really just about twenty yards of sand, out of sight of the house. There were no other houses on our little cove, so I guess it really was a private beach!
About an hour later, Roger showed up in his trunks. He wanted to get in some final tanning, too. He was pretty tan. I don't know how he gets so tan if he works every day, but maybe he has long lunch breaks or something. He never really explains his job or anything. I wonder why not?
Anyway, he kept looking at me, and I got the first part of my answer, you know, about the size of adult penises. I could see by the bump in his trunks that it was LOTS bigger than Brett's. It's funny that I've never noticed the bump before, even though I'd seen Roger in boxers a couple of times.
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