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    Diary of a Mad Addict . . . Chapter 20

    Story written on February 18, 2005 by T6beach.
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    The Last Laugh . . .for now . . .

    My eyes drifted for just a brief moment to her hand which was by her side and grasping a towel, something big and round and hard wrapped inside that towel. (MOTHER ***** ME THE WOMAN IS GOING TO STUFF THAT THING IN MY MOUTH AND SUFFOCATE ME OR SWING THAT THING A COUPLE OF TIMES AND BEAT THE LIVING ***** OUT OF ME – EITHER WAY SHE IS GOING TO ***** KILL ME).

    Despite the fact that my head was aching and my heart was pounding and my senses were operating in overload with feelings of guilt and remorse, I knew I had to speak, to lie by the seat of my pants and still make it believable. I couldnt let her get the upper hand.

    What the ***** were you thinking K? I asked trying to sound as incensed as I possibly could. How could you do this to me? How could you have me committed in a place like this, a place that would tie me up like some kind of lunatic, like someone crazy enough to hurt herself? And look at me, they didnt even have the decency to change my clothes or give me a bath. Why K, why?

    I watched the expression on her face change and knew I had her right where I wanted – she was speechless so I continued without letting her speak, the insincere accusations just rolling off my tongue.

    I know you probably hate me right now and it is hard for you to understand why I did those stupid things in the name of L. But I know you know I know you really dont want to hit me, hurt me, make me bleed or anything. And I know you might find it hard to forgive me but I forgive you K, I do, for what you have done to me. Its ok, babe, I understand, I forgive you, I do.

    I wasnt quite sure of what to make of her reaction as I fully expected to be pummeled by that towel at any second. In fact I had pushed myself back against the headboard as far as I could, closed my eyes tightly, shrugged my shoulders and braced myself for her emotional explosion as she raised the towel and moved toward the bed before I could say another word. (MOTHER ***** ME, HERE SHE COMES, SHE REALLY IS GOING TO KILL ME).

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    2. Beachie….I know you will write again…its in your blood. Thanks for making me laugh once again. My e-mail is messed up so just in case…March 10th is a go.

    3. LOL! You are a lousy liar Beach; you gotta change your strategy cause you’re a sitting duck. You’ll get busted before you can spell “L”…

    4. I didn’t read this yet. I’m going to now. I just wanted to say thanks for writing your stories. They always make me laugh, cry, cry while I laugh, and pee my pants. I’m not ashamed to admit that by the way. Off to read the End For Now. ha.

    5. Bravo!! Loved it! A fabulous ending….even though I’m with Janet…well, and Bette. Is it the end? Or is it just the beginning? My Bette! I cant believe I just typed that stupid line! Only for YOU do I do all things L….only for you! Great great stuff Beach. You’re my kinda nut.

    6. “those unmistakable sounds of the Scabs belting out BIGG BUTTS AND BLOWJOBS, I knew right then ………”
      Well, in the end, I think we all get busted, don’t we?
      ~ and now I’m off trying to get lose of that stupid grin on my face ~ ;-)

    7. Oh my God…wait…Oh my Bette!! Beach, that was perfect!! I was on the floor laughing when K was looking in Beach’s eyes for the tattoo!! Hey…maybe next time I am in town, you can sneak out again for another Belgian Waffle (with extra whipped cream if I remember right). Don’t let this be the absolute end…please.

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