It is fairly neutral to be honest, not the strongly worded message, full of accusations and denial that was originally planned. The reality is, what s...arted out as a bit of fun quickly got out of my control. No one was supposed to get hurt, but they did. The real centre of attention isn’t me at all, I just got caught up in the stormSo how did it come to this?My name is Joseph Potter, although everyone, including my mother, calls me Joey. I’ve always been a bit cocky or cheeky. My Nan always. It is my master who makes me pay a penance for accidentally setting fir to his implements of wizardry. He as a true wizard, sure enough. If I had any doubts before I know now for certain. He has the audacity to plant me on the Christmas tree with other gnomes and Christmas tree decorations with the proverbial fairy perching on top. I do hope he plans to reverse me to the 21 year old guy I was, with the normal red bl**ded feelings that made for me having several great affairs with girls – and. Regret overcame me as I tried calling my husband. Four bells, then voicemail. His sweet voice told me to leave a message. I did. I called him six more times. Over and over again. I facetimed him. No answer. I texted him. 30, 40, 50 texts. Maybe more. Who knows? No answer. Nothing. Zero. Fuck, I hope he’s not gone to confront his friends. He’s too angry right now. What have I done? I remembered that I had my husband’s location enabled on my phone. I checked and to my relief, he was at his. As if she’d transferred her intimate allegiance to Kevin. He needed to disabuse her of that notion.“You know I’m not trying to steal her,” Kevin said to Charles.Charles looked at Kevin with his head cocked a little. “You have a funny way of showing it,” he said.Kevin busted up laughing, which caused Charles to ‘checheche’. Charles laughed as if he were in church trying to stifle himself.Charles enjoyed being ironic and plastering over awkward moments with cliched lines and though he was pretty.