That's a Job for a MILF 23.3 (Day 57)

London, April 23, 1987

Dear Diary, 

This situation is getting worse and worse! Dad now is literally treating me like a prisoner. My mother has tried to help me, but dad doesn't listen to her. Sometimes he even says that my "bad behavior" is her fault. Because, like, she didn't know how to raise me to be a proper lady! I don't know what he means by "bad behavior". I'm just trying to live like a normal girl. 

When I told him that, he was like: “you’re wrong, girl! And as long as you live under my roof you will follow my rules!” Uggh what a crap! Maybe I should just run away, you know, before it’s too late.   

That old American guy, Mr. Patterson, came here last night to have dinner with us again. Dad says he's just a business partner, and that they are about to close a big deal, but I don’t know… I see the way he looks at me, and I’m not that stupid. I think he comes here so often because of me. Isn't he ashamed? That pig is certainly over forty. He could be my father! Oh, I can't stand even looking at him… 

As Suzanne continued to read the diary, she found out that the girl who supposedly have written the manuscript – or herself, as Mrs. Larsen wanted her to believe – had had a troubled relationship with his father during her teenage years. 

It all started when she reached puberty, and began to ignore her dolls to pay attention to the boys. It wasn't such a big deal, though, but since then she began to be repressed by her father, who said that as a girl she should be "modest and respectable". He was always controlling her, and it wasn't good for her development. 

Suzanne became a "boy-crazy" girl in the face of so much repression, and over the years she found ways to meet boys without anyone knowing. However, when she was sixteen, her school principal told her father that Suzanne had been spotted by a teacher kissing another student on school premises. 

Her father was furious. The girl was transferred to an all-girls school, and was strictly prohibited from leaving home without being accompanied. Not even her friends were welcomed in her home most of the time, because her father was afraid they might "corrupt" Suzanne in some way. 

"You just have to focus on becoming a respectable lady!" her father used to say. "Then someday you'll be able to be a good mother and wife." 

Suzanne had etiquette classes daily, something that was already outdated by the time she was a teenager, and spent a lot of time with her mother, who was always saying her to be patient. 

"I know your father is a difficult man, sweetheart, but he just wants the best for you." 

"It's totally unfair, mom! He didn't even allow me see my friends!" 

"I know, Suzy. I'll talk to him, okay?" she promised a lot, but she never was successful in her attempts. 

Thus, Suzanne also spent much of her time alone, listening to songs from artists she liked or practicing make-up techniques. And late in the night, she frequently touched herself craving for some relief while she thought of some of her idols she had a crush on, like George Michael and Jon Bon Jovi…