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philandering ways. Fortunately for me, Justin had refused to sit idly by and keep quiet regarding Adam’s cheap and tawdry shenanigans. He had gone on to explain how Adam had grown accustomed to leaving his back door unlocked so nymphet Chia could crawl in bed with him after dropping her- few shy of a baseball team - kids off at school. How she had a habit of bringing a home cooked Asian delicacy to work, so they could make goo goo eyes and snuggle together in the canteen while sharing it. How she was wont to eat with her right hand, while her left hand -the one with the wedding band- remained discreetly under the table in the vicinity of his lap. 
    “And since we are both painfully aw are that this confrontation won’ t be pretty, the best thing for you to do is open the door so we can all carry on the pret ense of being civilized adults.” However I promise you, I couldn’ t recall a single instance when I had felt less barbaric.
    “Only if you promise not to cause a scene, Eve .” He was clearly hoping against hope that I could be swayed by the gnawing look of terror in his baby blues.
    Nope. I must confess. I wasn’ t feeling swayed at all.
    “You know someone will call the cops. You also know my neighbor is the sheriff. ” He was making a failed attempt at one of his lame and pathetic scare tactics.
    “ Adam , honestly, do you really thi nk I care?” I kicked at the loose brick with my shoe.
    Don’ t pick it up, Eve ! Don’ t pick it up! “You know my parents would sign my bond.” Although I realized it wouldn’ t be beneficial to my cause, I couldn’ t help a dding, “It would make my parent’ s day and be worth a night in jail for the immense pleasure of going ape shit on your cheating ass!”
    He cast a nervous sideways glance toward the brick with a stricken look that suggested he might be pondering the phrase; Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned . The man’s tedious mind couldn’ t begin to fathom the depths of just how scorned I was feeling at the moment.
    “Just promise you will take your anger out on me and be civil to her. Unlike you, Eve , she’s timid and unaccustomed to drama.”
    All I could say was bless her. For the hussy would be well versed in dramatics, to the point of play ing a starring role in the re making of Fatal Attraction, when I finished with her. Suddenly, as I was thinking this, my field of vision began to tunnel and jagged white lines flashed across my pupils. That was a bad sign, normally signaling the onslaught of a migraine. Now wouldn’ t that just be the kicker and the height of all embarrassment, if a migraine hit right about now?
    I would be forced to lie down on the bed, probably between Adam and his latest victim of seduction, pleading with them to close the blinds, turn out the light, and please ke ep their thrashing to a minimum until it passed. I put trembling fingers to my temples trying to stave off the blinding pain and noted that while his concern for the harlot was touch ing, me being civil to her wasn’ t going to happen in this or any other lifetime.
    “Okay,” I lied.

Three
     
    H e paused seemingly aware that he could be making the most colossal mistake of his worthless life. “Good. I’m going to open the door, but remember you promised.” Then, being Catholic and deciding that a little confession was good for the soul, he blurted, “Chia is here! But nothing has happened!” He was extremely nervous now as his breathing was with shallow, labored gasps. Perspiration dotted his brow, although there was a frigid wind blowing by me and through the open window that felt like it was sweeping over a polar ice cap. “ She is on her period, Eve .”
    I did tell you the man was an imbecile, did I not? All that told me, if it was true, was that they had discussed the fact that they couldn’ t fornicate, this time, because it was her time of the month. Why else would a woman’s me nstrual cycle even come up in casual day to day conversation?