The Diaries Of Emily Cross

June 29th, 2059:

I still was having a hard time believing that Grandma Cross was gone, couldn’t believe that out of the entire family I was the only one who cared enough to not only go to her funeral but came to take care of her house. I was in her writing room, where Grandma Cross would sit for hours in her later years and write in her diaries, all her life and experiences. Now, here I was about to take a break for a cup of coffee, might as well read her first diary.

It was nothing more than a blue coiled spiral notebook with a title page “The Diary Of Emily Cross” I opened it after setting a cup of coffee and a plate of cookies on the coffee table in front of me. Turning the page there was a snapshot of Grandman Cross as a nineteen year old girl freshly home from her first year of university in Boston.

Grandma Cross never really went for fashion. For her a plaid top, orange pleated skirt white knee high socks and white shoes with blue stripes that covered her was all she needed. In the picture I vaguely recall the place. I was in the back acreage of the house that abutted Grandma Cross’s. Grandma was friends with Connie Douglas who lived there. Apparently the two would sneak over to each other’s house so often that they traded a key to a seldom used back entrance.

Apparently the first Diary entry was concerned with how Grandma Cross and Connie Douglas’s father became more than just friends. It all started on July 4th of 1988, when Grandma Cross received a note from Connie asking her to meet her in the library at her place, so they could catch up about the previous years apart. Grandma wrote in her diary.

“Little did I know that Connie forgot about sending me that note and shortly after three in the afternoon, she went on a date with Bobby Dobers who she used to date. I was told to let myself in the back like always, go to her father’s office and wait for her to show up. Seems that wasn’t the only thing she forgot to tell me, Apparently they have had a series of break-ins so her father had silent alarms installed on every door."

“Unaware of this I went over, let myself in and apparently set off the alarm on her father’s office door. I Found one of those racy paperbacks that I understood Mr. Douglas liked to read. I curled up in a wooden chair unaware that the alarm went off in her father’s bedroom, I was so engrossed in the novel that I didn’t realize that Mr. Douglas came to investigate the alarm."

“No fucking way!” My eyes bulged out of my skull as I read what Mr. Douglas did next when I heard a noise I looked up from the novel just in time to see Mr. Douglas in a checkered Blue shirt and no pants. He shouted at me, “Who the hell are you?” Then his cock at my lips, pressing hard against them. To prevent my lips from getting squashed I opened them, Then the head of his cock went into my mouth."

“It doesn’t matter who you are, I’ll teach you to break into a man’s house!”