I used him, I admit it, and I know he used me, too. Now I feel numb, and stupid, and worried that I feel this way at all. Aaliyah had no qualms letti...g me in her house before 8 a.m.. I told her everything that had happened. Although I left out details of exactly how the sex went. I couldn’t stomach myself, let alone say it aloud. But she didn’t pry for information, and I loved her for it. I loved her even more when she let me stay for an indefinite amount of time. Stephanie called and when she. "I never washed my hair," she teased."Maybe I'll help you with that later," he offered.When Sunday came he asked her, "Can you call in sick tomorrow?"When she answered 'yes', he said that he had already taken a personal day for himself.So their weekend went. They boated and canoed around the lake, swam in that special style that they developed that first morning and grilled steaks and sipped scotch with friends by night. In between they joined to fill one another with their bodies, and with the. It could be that the note was in reference to a phone message or something like that. I knew that I needed a better system.Hell, I thought. Maybe I already had a system. I went to the index and looked for schedule codes. Sure as hell there was a code system in place. I had no idea whose system it was, but I found that the small 'p' after the message meant phone message.So obviously Cindy had called to request a meeting about someone's finances. I decided to check if I had copied the message.. She had used two more this morning and now had three left.“Okay,” she muttered, zipping her cords and buttoning her flannel shirt. She smelled, though not badly yet. The urine at her feet smelled much worse than her light case of body odor, and gazing at it with distaste, she wished for something, anything, to blot up the small puddle. Checking her iPhone, she discovered the battery icon continued to obstinacy claim a 100% charge. Her phone had developed early-onset Alzheimer’s, she.