Marilyn's Diary

Little Eddie was such a creep. He would always weasel around trying to get a glimpse of me going to the bathroom. He would be hanging out in the hallway behind a curtain and would try to spy through one of the cracks in the broken down walls of the mansion.

The one thing we used to do together was ride our bikes. Until the day I saw what he was doing. He would always volunteer to put the bikes away. And then he did he would lick the seat.

What a creep.