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My Story…Part 54

     We sat in my living room, on my borrowed couch talking and having fun. We drank a few more beers after the rude interruption by the beast. I had an uneasy feeling go through me shortly after the phone call, but for the most part, I felt pretty comfortable.

     My beast wife’s friend, who now had become my friend, and I sat on opposite ends of the couch. We had the TV on and we talked more in depth of the events that had transpired over the past few weeks.

     The main topic of conversation was what had happened the week before, when I feel, she thinks I made an attempt to bring our new found friendship to a higher level.

     The previous Friday was a day of absolute chaos. The friend of the beast and now mine, was borrowing a cell phone from the beast. This cell phone happens to have been the property of beast. The friend had her plan run out, and she needed a loaner. So beast, being a friend, lent her one. The thing is, beast was watching all her activity on the cell provider’s web page.

     Beast saw that a lot of her calls and texts were to me, and beast insisted, on this particular Friday, to have the phone back. She called her friend up at her work and told her to give it back to her that day, or she would get revenge on her. She also told her she was very pissed off about the amount of time the two of us spend talking to each other.

     The friend tried to explain to the beast that she can’t give it back yet, because she needs to get a new cell company, then she will give her the cell back.

     Beast did not want excuses, she wanted the phone. The phone was a symbol of how she was losing control of her and her soon to be ex husband. Getting that phone means we could not communicate anymore. Beast ended up going to her friend’s work office, and made a complete scene in front of people working there.

     Beast was driven up there by her boyfriend, whom she was having HER affair with. Once she got out of the car, she met the friend in the lobby and began yelling at her. The friend was totally embarrassed and gave her the phone. At this point, beast had the upper hand.

     My line of communication was cut off from her and since she did not have the time to write down numbers from that phone’s phone book, she lost me.

     I had figured something bad had happened, because it was hours since I heard from the friend. I called information and got a hold of her. The whole ordeal was explained to me, and together we decided to not let beast get between us.

     It seemed the harder the beast tried to tear us apart from being friends, the more locked together we were becoming. I had even went up to her work later that day, and asked her if she wanted to go to a concert with me that night. I had just been given two tickets for free, and she was the first and only person I thought of asking.

     I told her we would go strictly as friends. It was not a date. She was blown away that I had asked such a thing, and she said she would have to think about it, and she would let me know in an hour. The clock was ticking because the show started a couple hours later.

     I told her to call me when she figures out what she was going to do.

     I didn’t leave her my number. She didn’t have it. It was in the phone, the one back in possession of the beast!

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My Story…Part 21

     A minute or so went by without any activity. She was not writing anything in the chat room and my cell phone had not rang either. I was lost. I was also extremely nervous.

     I kept typing in the chat room, asking where she was when suddenly my cell phone rang. It scared me so bad that I didn’t have time to think about not answering it. I quickly flipped it open and started to talk to her.

     She had a voice that was real intriguing. The curiousity in me kept growing. I wanted to know all I could from her. She was 5 years older than me and that made it even more interesting. That an older woman was into me.

     I felt good about myself from one aspect, and I felt real bad from another. The part that made me feel good was the idea of her wanting to see me, of her being interested in me and liking me. I was attracted to her. I had seen her picture under her profile in the chat room. She never would see my picture because I had no idea on how to load one up, let alone load one on up the computer I was using at my former in-laws house.

     Our phone conversations moved from that one that night, to her calling me when I was at work. I also called her from work. It was real scary to do, but very much an adrenaline rush. We talked about meeting during every call.

     She was luring me to come see her. She lured me by saying things about how she really liked me, how I needed a good woman. And she lured me with sex. I was already weakened by the sense she was making, but sex was something I was craving.

     My wife at the time was not giving me any. All the begging and pleading and trying of various tactics to get laid didn’t get me sex. So the thought of going out to see this woman and getting what I so desperatley wanted sounded like a good idea.

     I thought I knew how to keep a secret. I never was a good liar before either. But I figured that if I was already involved in this game, then I better learn how to play like a pro. I wanted certain things out this, and I was thinking about how I would not let it affect my marriage. I was going to have my cake and eat it too.


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