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same time, she’s told me that she loved me on so many occasions. Or does she really just love the dick-down that I’ve been giving her? If that’s the case, it’d truly be fucked-up, and she will pay.
    I’m not a toy to be played with, and then when you’re done, you put me back on the shelf. She can’t honestly tell me that she felt nothing after all this time. All the tears I’ve wiped away and all of the orgasms had to count for something, right? Then again, she lied about something as petty as her birthday, so how can I tell?
    I saw how her husband was looking at me, too. I thought for a second I saw his tongue fall out of his mouth. Just like a damn dog. Maybe he could be of use. If I can get him too—man, what am I doing? I just need to get shit right with Midori, but the idea of stringing them both along does sound appealing.
    I’ve been staring at his business card for a while now. Since he was so gracious to invite me to her birthday party, I will certainly be there, and I’ll be the flyest thing walking. I have this hot little black dress that will have the heads of both men and women turning.
    Okay, so it’s ten o’clock now. I know I need to stop by my publicist’s house before I go to that book signing tomorrow. I guess it would be wise to get my clothes together now, but what do I wear? I’m really ready to go to Midori’s house and act a fool, but I’ll stay cool. Shit will be hitting the fan sooner than anticipated, and she’ll have no choice but to decide.
    It’s funny because when I met her two years ago at the signing I had at the Borders bookstore in the Gallery she said she enjoyed my book, but couldn’t see herself going out like the wife did in my fictional tale. I remember it like it was yesterday.
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    â€œJaydah, it is so nice to meet you. I have to tell you that I really enjoyed your book.”
    â€œThat’s always good to hear. Do you want me to sign your copy?” By this time I was just checking her out, and she was definitely on point. People ask me all the time if my book is based on a true story, and I’m not lying by telling them no, but in her case I’d make an exception.
    â€œSure, and make sure to include your number. I’ve been looking for someone to tell my story for the longest, and I think you would do a perfect job.”
    â€œHow you figure?” I asked, now intrigued by what she had to say. Most people are against the whole girl-on-girl thing, but this one seemed to appreciate it.
    â€œOkay, for starters, the wife had no business allowing her husband to invite some chick into their relationship. That was just dumb on her part. Secondly, if you are going to creep out on your husband with a woman, at least have the decency to come home with your panties on.”
    I laughed a little and continued to autograph her book. I wondered briefly if she was married, but then decided it didn’t matter. She was on point, and I’d be making it a point to get in them panties soon.
    â€œSo, what exactly did you find odd about it? That happens every day in someone’s life,” I replied as a stall tactic to keep her at my table. Her eyes held me captive, and my thong was getting soaked by the second.
    â€œIt wouldn’t have gone down in my household like that. My husband better not even fix his mind to bring some chick home.”
    â€œBut would you?” I asked her, a dare behind the statement. I would know exactly what was up with her by the way she answered my question.
    â€œNot sure that I would. If I were to step out with a woman, I wouldn’t bring her home. I’d take her some place where we could do our thing and my husband wouldn’t find out.”
    â€œSo, you would do it?” I asked again, just to make sure I heard her right. Let me find out this chick was an undercover closet lesbo. People be thinking that these books are fiction, but