The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon... written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner.. ..?)not got much this morning, think I need something to pass the time get so horny when alone and bored, spent 3 hour’s on x-hamster with my toy collection and watching vid’s or she male’s fucking young girl’s, would love to fuck one, heheWEDNESDAY,3,APRIL. Once again I woke up late to find my hair covered in cum, after a nice shower I checked David’s room, nothing today he must have been running late himself. had dinner with my sister and her. Is there anything I can do to help with that? I’ll do anything.’ Somehow I managed to keep myself from crying. I was very proud of that. John buried his face in his hands and I saw him shake. He was quiet, trying to hide his sobs, but he couldn’t hide it from me. I wanted to take him in my arms, hold him against me and say whatever it took to comfort him, but I was afraid to. He looked up at me with tear filled eyes. Let me be very clear on this. I had thought that the night he caught me. There were bags and tubes of creams.Then I saw her take out some medical supplies. A medical kit of some kind, needles and a couple of those bottles you see nurses draw medicine into a needle from. There was an ice bag, tape and several small packages that said sutures on them. (I hoped they were not planning on anything drastic here!) The site of those particular items started to panic me.Grace saw my expression and said right away to me, "Don't worry Ricky!" She chuckled. "This is all part of.