The Wicked Gold Ring 1 Linda s Diary

Hello new Diary, My name is Bianca. My formal diary knows a lot I have been aching to tell this to someone. So.... This all happened when I was a senior in high school. I had just celebrated my eighteenth birthday a couple of months before, and I had three goals in my life back then. First, was to get out of the house and be on my own; second, I wanted to get lined up in a college program; and third, was to lose my virginity, not necessarily in that order.

I was still living at home with my mom and her new live-in boyfriend, Uncle Xander. He was such a fucking pervert. I just had to get the hell out of there. Uncle Xander was one of those cocky types, a real know-it-all. He had graying hair but secretly dyed it late at night, thinking no one would notice. He had terrible "smoker's breath." I guess at least I should have been thankful he didn't chew and spit. Uncle Xander really thought he was a real lady killer, too. He was the main reason I had to get out on my own. He was such a loser, and Mom just didn't see that yet. I doubted that he really even loved my mom. He just saw a better situation than he had before and horned his way into our lives.

Truly, I was not jealous, in case that is what you're thinking, because I really wanted Mom to be happy, but this guy was no good, and she would eventually find that out. I had already figured it out, but then again, I wasn't a desperate, overweight, middle-aged woman.

When I say Uncle Xander was a pervert, I know what I'm talking about. I had gotten up a couple times late at night and secretly caught him out in our living room on Mom's computer looking at porn. Mom always went to bed early because she had to get up early for work. This douchebag was laying on our couch playing with his cock while the rest of us had to get up early the next day.

The main reason I needed to get out of there was because I knew he was thinking he was going to have a shot at fucking me, and I wasn't just being paranoid either. Uncle Xander pretended to act all lovey-dovey towards Mom, but I would get a weird feeling when she wasn't around.

Look, I know I wasn't exactly cheerleader material. I was kind of a skinny kid back then, and being the only redhead in the entire fucking school, yeah, I stood out some, but I could still make a pair of Levis snap. I had the full-body freckle thing going on and pale skin to boot. I was only really happy with one part of my body, and that was my crystal-blue eyes. But my hair was all anyone ever noticed about me-carrot top, red, ginger-oh yeah, I heard it all. Uncle Xander got to calling me "burning bush." I knew what he meant, and I threatened to cut him if he ever called me that again.

I knew then for sure that Uncle Xander had been fantasizing about fucking me. I wasn't about to let that happen. I had not said anything about any of this to Mom yet because I didn't want to be the one to break her heart. I kind of figured it would only be a matter of time before she would catch on to the scumbag and throw him out herself. I really loved my mom a lot, but since Dad left, Mom never seemed to come across any decent men. I really didn't feel like there were any men around that a girl like me could look up to either. Guys my age were so immature, and they came and went. Any grown men Mom seemed to attract were full of problems, Uncle Xander being the worst so far.