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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 . . .

    You best take that back, Missy, I said sorrowfully and unbelievingly. No way is Bette the devil, no way is she evil. You just dont get it K, do you. I really thought you were being supportive all this time I was struggling with the L- thing addiction. I thought you understood. And speaking of not understanding, Id like to know how you found out about everything. I dont get that. I thought I was being pretty discreet – were you spying on me, not trusting me, what?

    With those words I thought for sure that I had turned the tables and once again controlled this potentially volatile situation. K was about succumb to my point of view, I could feel it.

    She leaned into me and took the ice filled towel away from behind my head. Then she hopped on her knees, straddling me, placing her hands on either side of my chest, kinda like a dog getting ready to lick its masters face.

    She put her face dangerously close to mine and looked deeply into my eyes, searching for my soul – most of the time I loved when she did that – I loved looking into her eyes. But something made me just a little scared of the way she was doing it now.

    What, K? I meekly asked.

    She moved her head around never breaking the eye contact, like a doctor looking for that thing irritating your eye and making it sore and itchy. She just kept looking, mumbling uh huh, I thought so.

    What? I asked again barely whispering really wanting to know what the ***** she was doing.

    I see something, somethings in there. Be really still for a minute, yep there it is tattooed across the whites of your eyes big as life . . . YES, I AM AN IMBECILE. She sat back down on my thighs after that cutting remark and just continued to stare at me.

    Please tell me that you are kidding with that question babe? You cant really be that stupid, that nave to think that I didnt know what was going on, can you? How did I find out? How did I find out that you were e-mailing authors behind my back, that you were cyber sexing with some hot writer whose name you dont even know, that you saw Sea and are chasing Chase? Please Beach, tell me you arent serious?

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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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