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    Diary of A Most Definitely Mad Addict

    Story written on March 24, 2005 by T6beach.
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    Story Shortlink: https://assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=52750
    Author Notes:

    Bette, a bag lady, a bus ride and a little imaginary “back door” sex . . .

    [AUTHORS CONFESSION: a reader once told me that if you put any reference to ***** in your story summary, more people will read it. So if you have never read any of my ramblings before, but opened this chapter because you saw the words back door ***** in the authors note – – then that reader must be right !! You are sssoooo busted !!]

    The crowd began to disperse as I continued to reassure them all that I was fine and would call someone to pick me up. Developing a throbbing headache after running into that steel light pole, which I swear wasnt there last week when I left my shrinks office building, I knew I would be in no condition to drive.

    I wrapped the baggie filled with ice that the hot dog vendor had so kindly offered me in the spanking new starched white kerchief the lawyer handed me to stop the bleeding on my forehead. Holding the now cold hankie to my head and extending my hand to the police officer who had strolled by to check out the commotion, I managed to stand up and find my way to the bus stop bench just a few feet away. I plopped down and took a breath. Then I dug out my cell phone which I had hastily yet safely tucked away in my jacket pocket. I began to read again the text message which got me into this mess in the first place. I was a ***** glutton for punishment. A glutton with so little remorse.

    Oblivious to my surroundings as I usually was when engaging in deceptive behavior, I still did not notice K standing across the street, watching me. Spying on me might be a better term, perhaps even stalking me, if that is possible. My wife had such little faith in me . . she knew me way too well.

    As I flipped up the phones cover, I smiled to myself delighted to see not one but THREE new text messages from my HOTPEN. A little yet noticeable shudder shot down my spine and I shook my head as best I could in my condition. (OH YEA, OH YEA, OH ***** ***** YEA) While shaking my head, drops of melting ice landed on the bag lady who had taken up residence on the bench beside me causing her let out an annoying screech.

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    1. Lol @ FUCK YEA, BABY, WHOSE YOUR DADDY, GABS, WHOSE YOUR DADDY
      Damn beach-daddy, you got A LOT of babes to take care off. Your paternal instinct is really touching!

    2. This was one jam packed Bette Fuckinlicious chapter! “You know anybody named Shane, besides me and that gay girl from that lesbo show?” <--I pee'd! I have to say Beach, that K sure is onto your every move sister. I love it. "OH YEA, BABY CAKES, I KNOW YOU LIKE IT FROM BEHIND, DON’TCHA?? WELL, LET ME GIVE IT TO YA JUST THE WAY YOU LIKE IT" I'm F'n speechless. Outstanding. CouGen must have some file on you.

    3. Okay, LMAO! That has made me come out of lurking for the past 2 days…………..yes, I’ve been abstent for the last SEVERAL months………….winter, an addiction to The L Word, and my fuckin’ Panic Disorder-with GERD, and where the fuck is my muse…………all I blame for the lack of my presence……………I will read the rest of your pieces that I’ve so missed the last several months………..and as soon as I find my fuckin’ muse again…………I’ll try to finish Funky Town-what do you make of a broken heart-try to start Dana’s version of ‘what do you make of a broken heart’ and also, As Time Goes By……………and this just has to be said…………..I know that one of the writers and/or producers (maybe even that freak EZ Girl) has been reading my stories and comments…………because, please note that she chose to use “Finally” by Ce Ce Peniston for Dana and Alice’s first fuck scene…………yep! yep! Yep!! :D

      Okay, I done rambling (damn Beach, you bring the rambler out in me) and giving you 5-more-Stars! :D

    5. seahurst, how are you so sure that it’s her IMAGINATION?! *snickers*

      god, beach, you’re hilarious. :) all this neurosis could turn into the narrative of THE l-word fanaticism syndrome… keep at it and keep us informed of further developments. i love reading this piece of crazy journalism.

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