14/9/86

I had lunch with Clarisse the today and we've decided to make it a weekly arrangement. I felt quite disturbed that she had to have her bodyguard there (Jeff, the man who took my position as deputy head), but I soon got over it as I realised it was for the good of her person.

Clarisse and I are so good as friends, much better than we were as almost lovers. Today we talked about life, family, friends and the last thing we watched on television. She told me about how she misses having me around at the palace and that she wishes I'd come back but I told her I couldn't. She also admitted that I'm her only true friend and the only person she can really talk to. She seemed quite sad when it came time to leave, so I kissed her cheek and walked her to her limo, then said goodbye and left.

After that, I picked up Sammy and went to the shopping center. He wanted to "hot up" his bicycle, it now has spikey pedals and chrome wheels.

I've got a job interview next week; it's a bouncer job at the local nightclub. Pays about 150 bucks a night which I think is pretty alright. Of course that means my hours are going to be from 8pm-4am, so I'll have to re-arrange my sleeping habits and Sammy will have to ride his bike to school because I'll be asleep by the time he needs to leave. He says he's old enough to ride by himself anyway and has been wanting to for quite some time.

15/9/86

Okay…somehow the press managed to acquire a picture of me kissing Clarisse yesterday and there's this whole big scandal about it. She rang me and told me she'd take care of it though. Lauren asked if there was something going on because the papers had made up whole stories about it. They were things like "The Royal Affair" and "Man Puckers Up for the Queen". Stupid idiots.

24/9/86

Sammy rode to school today on account of the fact that I got the job! I was so happy when I got the call, as were the rest of the family. Lauren and I went out for dinner and left the kids with her mother (Penelope absolutely adores her grandchildren).

We went out to this fancy restaurant and ate their finest dish (duck bathed in lemon or something), it wasn't as good as they made it out to be, but it wasn't that bad either. After that we went out for a romantic stroll along the pier and kissed in the glow of the moonlight. I pulled her close to me and kissed her forehead, "Honey, I've been thinking…"

She looked at me, "Mmm?"

"How would you feel about disposing of 'the rule' on a permanent basis?"

Her face lit up and she smiled, "Oh, I have been waiting so long to hear that."

"You have?"

"Yes. You see, I haven't actually had the urge to sleep with other men for months now and..."

"Really? What about Benjamin and Lloyd?"

She shook her head, "I made them up just because you seemed so happy about finding those two women on the beach."

"I'm sorry, I had no idea that that's what you wanted."

"Maybe we should talk more often."

"Maybe we should."

I kissed her and we went home to make passionate love until we could make no more. I'm really warming up to Lauren; she's so mature and responsible now, she's also a really good mother. I thought about getting rid of the rule on the day that Clarisse and I almost committed two-sided adultery (aka: the second time she tried to strangle me), but only decided to ask tonight (instead of a few weeks ago) because I wasn't sure how she'd react. I think we're going to be much happier from now on.

27/9/86

I met with Clarisse again today, this time only for coffee, as she said she had another engagement. She totally freaked out when I told her about my new job, her face went all red and she started hyperventilating and choking on her cake. I guess it was too much for her to finally understand that there was no chance I'd be coming back.

After she'd regained her composure I told her that I wanted to meet with her next week so we could go and see a movie or something and she said she was busy. I then asked if she was busy the week after and she said she was. Then I asked her about the week after and she said she was busy then as well. I asked her when she wasn't busy and she said she didn't know. She told me that if she happened to get a free day, she'd call me. After she finished her coffee she excused herself and went to wherever she was going followed closely by the man who took my place on the security squad. I sighed and went to pick up Sammy, Blake and Lauren so we could go out for a picnic.

It was pretty fun, we went to the park, ate lunch, watched the kids play on the playground, bandaged up Sammy's knee when he fell and then went home. We had such fun.

30/9/86

Some guy pulled a knife on me today because I wouldn't let him into the club, so I grabbed it out of his hand and told him to fuck off. I didn't see him again after that. I kept the acquired knife because I liked the look of it; it is now sitting on the sink waiting for me to wash it. I don't know what I'll do with it – probably give it to Sammy when he's a little older so he can protect himself if he turns out to be a weak little nerd or something…he is doing quite well at school…

6/10/86

I haven't heard from Clarisse yet, it's been over a week and she still hasn't called. I pondered calling her but decided not to seem too pushy and needy - I'll wait for her to call me.

9/10/86

Lauren and I went out for dinner tonight again – we seem to be making this a usual thing – only, we went to a cheaper restaurant this time, one that Clarisse wouldn't be caught dead in. They cook one hell of a good meal for the price they charge, much better than the fancy restaurant we went to last time. I think I'm actually falling in love with Lauren – something I thought wasn't possible. She seems to have a matured sense of humour, because now when she says something funny, it's tasteful as well. I guess all that was standing in my way of falling in love with her was Clarisse and now that I realise I don't stand a chance with her I can move on. I love my life, I have a loving wife complete with kids and a reasonably sized house and I'm happy. Could there be a greater feeling?

15/10/86

Writing in my journal has kind of lost its touch because I'm so happy. I think things only sound exciting when I'm complaining about issues – Clarisse for one. She seems to be the hot topic, the only person who can bring my journal alive, that's why this is going to be possibly my last entry. I'm so happy that I don't need to write about how crap my life is, because it's not. I used to think it was but then I discovered the joy of love. I'm going to put this in my wooden memory chest and then put it up in the roof, only to be brought out again when I can't express my emotions to others. I will only write again if something happens like Clarisse contacts me – which by the way she still hasn't done – or if I become seriously ill or some other thing I feel the need to express in writing happens. Until then, Ciao!

22/8/90

Well, I promised I write if anything upset me and it has, I found out that my parents are dead and that they have been for quite a few years. Apparently my father died of testicular cancer in 82 and my mother went insane with pain from the death and killed herself accidentally by walking towards a "white light" that she saw in a "tunnel to heaven" which actually turned out to be a train running through a tunnel with its lights on. Well, that "white light" certainly did seem to take her to heaven if such a place exists (which I highly doubt).

I know I never contacted my parents after I left to travel the world, but I still should have been informed of their deaths.

I had to buy a new diary today because besides the fact that the other one is full, I couldn't find it. I looked in the box I remember placing it in, but it's gone. I have a sneaking suspicion that my wife has been up there lately, but I don't think she'd steal it and hide it from me.

15/9/90

I was putting Sammy's clean underwear into his drawer today and guess what I found? My journal! The little bastard had it all along! I asked him about it and he said that he saw me put it in the box in 86 and then retrieved it while I was at work. He also said he read it, but didn't understand much so he hid it under his bed for a few years and obviously forgot about it until now. He said he's in the middle of reading it and that he now understands a lot more since he's older. I told him he might as well finish reading it since he obviously already read it when he was 11. He's 15 now and is going out on a date tomorrow. I thought it was a bit late since I was dating by the time I was 13. He seems to really like this girl, too, apparently they've been friends for years and he finally worked up the courage to ask her out...she greatly accepted.

He's buying her a dozen roses and is going to take her to the finest restaurant (using my money of course), then he's going to take her for a walk along the beach. After that he'll walk her home, kiss her goodnight and reminisce about the evening as he strolls light-headedly home. So he's sort of going on a typical me and Lauren date, only without the making love at the end part…I think…

It's so exciting when your child is going on his first date, especially when his date is of the opposite gender (not that I have anything against gays, I just don't understand them).

23/9/90

Well, Sammy went out on his date tonight and I can tell it was a huge success judging by the smile on his face. He won't say a word about what happened, but I won't hassle him because I know what it's like to be hassled by your parents after your first date, "Oh how did it go? Did ya kiss her? Did ya f… her?"

So annoying.

It seems both of our children are growing up because Blake is starting school next year. I know there are going to be lots of photographs taken and I also know that there will be no space left on our walls to put them up. Hmm…

I forgot to mention that the club I used to work at shut down due to lack of interest and the fact that they never changed their image and were still stuck back in the 80s. So I'm out of work again and need to find another job soon, or Lauren could get one, or we could both get one. Whatever works, I think we should both get jobs because when Blake goes off to school, she'll have nothing to do during the day. I think I might talk to her about that now actually.

Obviously you can tell from my last story that I'm pretty much over reading and writing about the PD movies and have entered what I call "silly mode". I will however finish my two remaining stories (unless I die or something) and possibly quit after. If you find that I don't update anything within 4 months, you can declare me legally dead lol. By the way, I'm actually stumped at how to get this where I want it to go (the year 1997 or something, I think I'll just skip to it somehow), which is why I wrote all this crap. Stories are so boring when the people in them are happy. I was snoozing all the way through this chapter, but don't worry, it's just a fill in. I think my writing is getting worse now that I think writing this is becoming a chore. However, this may be only how I feel today. May feel differently about this in the morning.

P.S. This is still my favourite one of my stories.