I didn’t have a clue to what was going on around me. But over time, their routine became familiar to them. And with familiarity comes carelessness. A slip of a word here, a misplaced receipt there and the pieces of the puzzle began to come together. Of course I was devastated, unable to grasp the simple notion of infidelity. I tried reason, was there something I did or didn’t do? Was I somehow to blame? But I couldn’t come up with the catalyst for Lisa’s betrayal. I worshiped her. She was my reason for being. She never moved far from my thoughts during my waking hours and she was always with me in my dreams. And she was fucking someone else. How thin is the line between love and hate? The thinnest imaginable barrier exists and I crossed it easily. First came her lover which was easy enough. An e-mail signed by Lisa, telling him to meet her at a spot chosen for it’s seclusion. He no doubt believed he was going to get a quick hump or a hurried blow-job. I image his cock was already. This however started with C. Do I make small talk, or do I just jump her? Usually, by this part of the night I would have some idea of how the woman would have wanted me to proceed. Do I just whip it out and say "You wanted it, here it is"? She just sat there, her eyes at her feet. Obviously nervous and most likely made worse by my hesitation. I took a deep breath, walked over to the refrigerator, grabbed two beers and handed one to her. She looked up from the floor, her eyes met mine. She looked at my outstretched hand then back to my face. I smiled, and motioned for her to take it. From that point things started to go smooth. I made small talk for the next 20 minutes or so. We talked about Wayne and Jackie, classes, and when was my next track meet. I was feeling more relaxed, and could tell that she was too because she had put down her pillow which left nothing but air between us. I even got her laugh, and was amazed at how pretty it sounded. I was really enjoying her company. I.
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