July 8 Dear Diary,
Something terrible has happened, but in a good way –I think. He spoke to me, without having to, or anything.
It was after dinner, and Frank wanted to talk to Magenta, so he took her another room. I helped clean up, like I often do, especially when Magenta or Riff Raff is otherwise occupied. I was picking up the plates, and he, the glasses, when he looked up at me and said "I noticed you're watching me....You've been doing that a lot lately." Then he winked, well might have winked. It could have just been my imagination. He quickly went back to work, indicating no reply was needed.
Then later I was in the kitchen, doing a few dishes, and he came up behind me, put his hands on my shoulders, and invitingly smelled my neck. Then whispered in my ear "I want you." He lead me to his room. A drafty dungeon like place, but it was somewhere. Soon I was screaming with pleasure.
No, none of that happened, except I was doing the dishes. But when he did speak to me, earlier, after dinner, it was..I don't know...wonderful.