Emily's DiaryMonday, 5 February 1973Today's the day. I sent Gene off to a hotel last night after supper and then stayed up until almost midnight prepa...ring as best as I could. Our house looks almost the same but, in my mind, it is not longer my home. The few small changes that I have made stand out in my vision and change the building into a middle-class, middle-America, Cleveland, Ohio version of Roissy Chateau to my eye. Mostly, I just moved furniture out of the way and mounted big eye screws. Grabbing a dandelion yourself you hold it in front of me, threatening me with it. I’m screaming and giggling for you not to blow it in my face, my eyes are closed as my young body writhes beneath yours. My long brunette hair splayed out through the grass and flowers, you lean down and whisper into my ear, ‘You look so beautiful out here in the sunshine, Elle.’ and kiss my soft lips instead. You slip the sandals off my feet and give them a little tickle, a smile spreads across my face as you. She began to gasp, then to moan. She arched her back and thrust her head back, her eyes clinched tightly closed. Suddenly, she let out a low-pitched scream and began to quiver all over. She was coming!!! As Barbara came down from her orgasm, Jerry just held his dick still in her, buried to the hilt in her pussy. When she finally opened her eyes and looked at him, he just grinned at her. She licked her lips and grinned lewdly at him, then began to roll her pelvis around his dick. He realized. “Oh I know I’m dead. But it’s about how. So unfulfilled. I left. I died obsessed and madly in love with the boy who lives in that house over there. Right there. He never even knew I existed. But I had these extreme feelings. The bits and pieces I never bothered to put into words. It’s so powerful, what I feel. That’s why I believe my actions still have meaning. I know he will feel me. I just know…” I took a deep breath, of nothing. I felt a thumping in my chest – a ghostly fake heart. I was so.