silverlaker

Maybe it was the security of my new apartment. But yesterday I did it. Bern came over begging me for some methof course, I had some. But not for himdidnt matter. Ten minutes after I got off the phone with him, there he was knocking on my door. All fucking innocent and charming. Whatever. There was plenty more where that came from. But damn him for being so bloody charming. And then I just blurted it out. No one is fucking honest anymore. No one but me.

Bern was so calm. So accepting. I felt I did the right thing. I shut the door as he left and thoughtmaybe this will bring them closer? And if it doesnt, then at least I wont have to be a bridesmaid. I poured some champers and got a nice buzz on. Then the phone rang.

It was 5 in the fucking a.m. Poppy was crying, yelling, pissed as hell. She was taunting me and I hung up the phone. Then Bern called back. He wanted the details. He wanted to know if Id eaten her pussy as opposed to just fingered her. He wanted to know if I liked it and did I want more. He wanted to know how many times exactly had we slobbered all over each other. He threatened to come to my house and beat down the door if I didnt cough up the juicy details on the phone right then and there.

So I did. What do you do to appease a mad man in the throes of jealous insanity? I did my best. I was crying by the time I hung up.

I am so fucking worn out. I fear that I have driven a rift of enormous proportions between Poppy and I.

Fucking honesty.

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