The coming day which was a Saturday I felt how he avoided me and how the special mood he had been in was gone. It was clear that he surely did regret ...hat we did the previous day. I tried to be helpful and to cheer him up but everything was just so effective and stressful. I was polite and always thanked me as I helped him throughout the day but that was it. We went to the supermarket by the mall to shop some groceries and the pressed me in the role as mother of the house with recipes for the. Besides, an old man once told me getting revenge is a lot like wrestling with a pig. You both get covered in mud and shit, and the pig likes it.But it was still gonna be cruel and nasty.During this time my friendship with Freddie started to grow. He actually called me two weeks after the festival to ask about one of the songs we had done, he was thinking about covering it for his next album, and he wanted to use our arrangement.He asked how I thought it would work, and I hesitated. He heard it. When she did come back to the apartment, Jessie spent the next hour in the bedroom to put away the bags she'd carried in from shopping that day and then finished packing what few belongings she'd brought to my apartment for these couple weeks before she would be heading back to her husband the following day.The constant sex had tapered down over the last week, and we'd barely touched each other the past couple days in preparation for Pamela tonight. Needless to say, I was ready to go by the. I've been assured I'll regret it if I don't tell the full unembellished truth. Truthful? Ha! That's something I wished I'd been a long time ago. If I had, I wouldn't be in this predicament now. Oh well, what can the truth hurt at this stage? It's my swan song as an internet author, anyway. I won't be posting any more after this one.It all started one lunch hour as I was sitting in my cubicle -- well, it's actually an "angle" rather than a complete cubicle, since I only have two walls. But two.