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Chapter 9

The week had dragged on unbearably slow filled with indecisions over the weekend that was all too suddenly looming up ahead.

I had picked up the phone and replaced it back in its cradle at least a hundred times over the the remaining workindg days of that week. At all odd hours I would get a sudden jolt to put an and to this insanity and cancel the whole thing. But for some sadisttic pleasure of tortuting my own self I kept refraining from making that call and here I was standing before the mirror trying to cover up the black smudges that had appeared literally over night and gone on to become a permenant feature over the remaining nights that made up the few days to this Saturday.

Stupid Brett had messaged me last night to say that he would come over to fetch me and we, the three of us would drive down together. I had of course immediately refused, saying that I as I would not be staying the night at my old place I would be better off drining myself over. There was no way I would be satying over in that house by myself and with only Brett and his brother in the house next door. No way at all.

That incident I had witnessed at his house had not been the first of such infact, prior to that I had caught him inflagrante with the opposite sex on more then one occasion but not quite to that extent of course. The full blown nudity of that last instance had been a first. Even so, what I had witness before was bad enough. He was always it seemed thrusting down some part of him into soem floosy. It was gawning to note that only just a few days ago that floozy had been me.

I still went up in flames thinking over it.

Just that a car horn flared up making me almost jump out of my skin. He was here. That rat's arse was here to taking back to my hometown. As you might have guessed he had been very insistent to the point of not accepting a no for an answer in my driving back on my own. He had even promised to drive me back to the City if I chose not to remain the night. I had tried but the jerkwad had overcome all my stuttering with the ease of a professional. A smooth taking coniving professional in getting into the ladies pants.

The car honked again impatiently, I dropped my powder puff in surprise then fumbled about trying to put things to rights before the damn horn fared again. I was sure the neighbours would be after me in no time. I would be evictied from the very building because of him. I took a last look at my apearence and satisfied that the skinny  jeans and white Tee showed that I was not making an effort at all, I grabbed my bag, sliiped on my shoes and ran out of there before the horn fared up again.