Tuesday, 4th March 20148:45AMDear Jennifer,(Alert: This entry contains some amorous discriptions. However, care has been taken to avoid elements of offensive romantic candour) Georgie returned home at 2:00am today. I had already slept when he returned, and since we do not yet have another gatekeeper, he had to call me to open the gate. I have been trying to contact the gatekeeper since he last disappeared, but he does not answer my calls. He has decided to take the studs on his job. Maybe he is fed up with Tiger's threats or something unimaginable happened to him on the morning Tiger appeared at my porch. I am yet to investigate.When Georgie came into the house, I decided to take the wheels over our marriage muteness. I could feel that he was randy from the way he kept touching my breasts, and I badly wanted him too. But he was smelling horrible; the yucky freakish mixture of sweat and gri

Wednesday, 5th March 201411:15PMDear Jennifer,The police came to my house in the morning. They said they wanted to ask me a few questions about the man Tiger. But I told them I was not ready for an interrogation about anything. One of them insisted that it was important that I told them what I knew about Tiger for my own safety. He went ahead and asked me whether and how many times the man has been at my house. "If there's anything you want to know about him, I think the best person to ask would be my husband," I replied. "Not that they do interact, but he is the head of this family and is answerable to anything.""Well that depends on whether you want him arrested or not," said one of the two male cops. "Arrested!" I exclaimed. "Um... okay... whatever it is, get your batts outa here! Please." I was irritated. Did they think they would put me down with a threat? No, I