Black bound journal with electronic passcode lock kept in the safe in Akima's house. Neat, easily legible script.

It's been a month since Bob's death. I was shocked when I learned that he had left me the Pizza Slut. Why me? I know he wanted me to have sex with him; but despite all his gifts, trying to buy my affection, I never did. If he knew my past, he never would have left it to me. I could have just sold it for drugs. If not for my closeness with the girls I have hired, I'm sure that would have been the case. But I feel responsible for them and it's kept me on track.

The Slut's suppliers agree with me in their view of Bob's choice. As soon as they learned he had given the restaurant to a girl with no experience that he wanted to fuck they all cancelled their contracts with the Slut. I've had to completely start over and find new ones.

The basics were easy enough, lots of competition to supply cheese and pepperoni. The exotic toppings took a bit of risk of My father finding me, but worked out ok. The hard supplies are the ones that are not exactly legal here. I've made a deal with a shady doctor at the hospital to sneak me out the fresh placentas after delivery for the morning after sausage. Now I need to find a supplier of marijuana for the fairy dust.

All in all things are looking up. Maybe the girls can stop offering themselves to make more money on deliveries soon.

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