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Of course I have to post the beginning of the next part just because I did write it. There is more that I have written but that can stay a mystery until I get another bulk of time to write. Did I skip over something? WHY YES! I did! But if you didn't know, I love flashbacks. For me, they're just easier to write because in my head, they've happened already. LOL Yeah, that's the way I'm thinking. And for me to really "go there" with this story, I have to make pretend even more that it already happened. Brace yourselves... It's going to be a fucked up ride!

Running through the door of the Hancock Park home, Kristi shouted for Joe.

“Joe!” Oh my God, where is he? “JOE!!!!”

Bounding into the great room from the living room, his hair askew from falling asleep against a couch pillow, Joe sleepily went as fast as he could to Kristi.

“What? What is it?” Joe asked in a panic.

She was trembling. The rest of what the night had in store for her was beyond even her imagination. She wanted to be with him, to feel love. All she felt at the club, she wanted it washed away. Joe embraced her and she fell into him.

“You’re shaking,” he said. “What’s wrong? What happened to you?”

He gently pried her away from him and cupped her face in his hands.

“Like you don’t know, Joe,” she sniffed back tears. “You’ve been paying her? This is what you want out of it? This is what you’re going to spend your money on? If you want therapy, or whatever, couples therapy? Let’s try that. I can’t do this.”