Twenty Four

'What the hell happened to you?' I asked.

'It's nothing-' began Lisa.

I turned on the light. 'A great big red nothing.'

Lisa didn't fob me any further; raising her hands and then jigging her shoulders making a gesture of complete loss.

I shuddered when a single tear rippled down her cheek. I wanted to rush over and wrap in my arms, and not just 'cause it would feel good. But something stopped me. Maybe it was the emotional overload of having two girls cry in my presence in one day. Maybe it was confusion of how much Lisa's distress was disturbing my emotions. Maybe I was just a jerk.

The moment trickled away like her tear. She perched herself on the nearest sofa cushion. 'I shouldn't have come here... Mike's your friend.'

Alarm bells clanged in my mind - and not the Hermione kind. 'Mike did that to you?'

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Twenty Three

I refreshed the screen for ten minutes but nobody had commented yet. It was time enough to reflect on what I'd written and wonder if it wasn't time to change my direction in life. Maybe the need to press myself against Lisa's curves would ease in time. She'd dump Mike eventually, when she found a richer guy - all I had to do was avoid both of them until then.

I was anticipating a "You're a disgusting pig" reply with every page reload when the flyscreen rattled to someone's knock. Lisa ducked under the garage roll-a-door before I had finished opening it and rushed passed me and into the house. I smiled to myself as I pushed the door back down and followed her in. She was eager for more of the DesMeister after all. Who could blame her?

I swaggered into the kitchen. The backlighting from the lounge accentuated the sweep of her curvey hips as she stood with her back to me. All my previous musings of self betterment melted under her sexuality.

'Sorry... I can hardly believe I'm here...' she said, her back still to me.

'Oh, I can believe it,' I replied, wondering whether to rest my hands on her shoulders.

'I didn't know where else to-' She flinched away as I touched her. She spun around. Even in the half light the puffed welt on her cheek burnt bright.

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Twenty Two

Blog entry:

I had a date this afternoon with Nina. I didn't find anything out about Lisa's romping habits but I was surprised that I enjoyed myself. She's cute when she smiles. Her teeth are perfectly aligned. This could get messy. I feel kind of bad now that she confessed about nagging her former boyfriend to death - well kind of.

I'm pretty sure there's no suspicion being levelled my way so it probably won't go anywhere anyway. It's probably for the best. Besides, I can't get the feeling of Lisa's tongue out of my mouth. I'm surprised I haven't heard from her after last night, but... I guess... maybe it was no big deal to a hoe.

Maybe I should move away, get some new friends that I haven't tried to screw over.

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