(MOTHER ***** ME . . . I CANT TAKE THE LYING, THE DENYING)

Somethings not right here K, and I have felt it for days that somethings not right, I raised my voice just a little as I spoke hoping to get her to listen and react. And I continued talking a little louder with each word out of my mouth.

I know what is going on babe, I just dont know her name. I KNOW YOU ARE CHEATING ON ME K, I JUST KNOW IT. I took another deep breath and stepped back waiting for her denial, her rebuttal, her reverse psychology.

She turned the page of the paper without looking up and popped a strawberry into her mouth after she dipped it in some whipped cream. Im not cheating on you Beach, there is no name to reveal so just sit and have breakfast with me. Here, read DILBERT, he is pretty funny today. She pulled out the comics and handed them to me blindly, still not looking up, not looking me in the eye.

I was certainly not prepared for this type of controlled and impassive response. It infuriated me and I was going to resort to any means possible to get the information I needed to confront my competition.

How can you just sit there and deny it so tranquilly? I nearly screamed. I KNOW you are cheating . . .I HAVE PROOF . . . SO THERE . . .FESS UP K. I began to pace nervously across the table from where she sat. Literally hundreds of women knew K from her association with her ex, from her job, from her volunteer work and I feared the name which she was about to say. I began to walk faster, my bare feet squeaking on the cold, clean tile floor.

As I paced I swear I heard K yawn, but I wasnt quite sure as the noises in my head were louder than those surrounding me in the kitchen I turned to the table and angrily grabbed the comics from her and crumpled them up, double fisted, and tossed them back at her hitting her on the top of her head.

She dropped the paper to her lap, tried to straighten out her messed up hair and checked her hand for blood as if those comics damaged her noggin. She is a moron.