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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 . . .

    I looked over her shoulder as she spoke and realized she was right. I surveyed the room from side to side taking in all the sights, but when I saw the cracked mirror above the dresser I knew exactly where I was. It was the mirror in our bedroom for sure – the mirror K and cracked when, during a fit of sexual frenzy, she errantly threw a vibrator in the air as we were participating in one of our Stooges episodes – which is a whole nother story for those of you not familiar with my and Ks ***** life.

    For the third time in just a few short minutes I was once again overwhelmed with a sense of guilt. K was so great, so good to me, I really didnt deserve her. She knew it, I knew, even good God almighty Bette knew it.

    I really began to panic when I heard you talking to yourself, AGAIN, just before I came in. Youve told me before that you think God appears to you and talks to you and gives you advice. But what I dont understand, babe, is if this God is supposed to be helping you, if this Bette person is giving you advice, why do you do such moronic things, things which make me wonder if you really do love? I am beginning to think Bette is the devil, not God. I think your God is evil, making you do things to hurt me, maybe not deliberately or with malice, but hurting me just the same.

    How K had managed to take control of the conversation was a mystery to me. I was stung by her disrespectful remarks about Bette and by her lack of understanding regarding my addiction. I needed to regain momentum, to turn the tide, to state my case.

    I took Ks hands and removed them from my wrists and gave them back to her. I crossed my own arms in front of my chest and leaned back against the headboard again as far as I could to distance myself from K.

    Contemplating my next avenue of thought, I sighed deeply, and looked her in the eye as I shook my head feigning disbelief.

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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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