Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2000 01:41:30 EST
From: VanyelAshkev@aol.com
Subject: Mental Games People Play: Lee's Game Part 2

This is a true story. I have decided to keep some of
the names as they are. Some I have changed because
they are truly innocent. The only thing to remember is
that this is only my side of the story. Maybe the
perspective of the others is quite different. Then
again, I have a feeling they'll never talk about it.

I intend to write about other experiences that I have
had, but only if I hear back from enough people. I am
not going to say how many that will take, but enough
to show that there is an interest. Write to: VanyelAshkev@aol.com
Or ICQ# 11938988


The Mental Games People Play Series:
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Lee's Game: part 2 of 2


Chapter 6

  We sat on the couch in his living room without
talking for a few minutes. Then, his roommate came
home, boyfriend in tow. I decided that it was time to
leave. I glanced over to Lee and caught him staring at
Eric. Lovely, just lovely. I really began to suspect
that there was something going on. I was also pretty
sure that it involved Eric. Lee coughed and turned
back to me. I told him it was time for me to go. He
agreed.

  He walked me down to his front door. Then the
bombshell landed. He told me that he couldn't handle
how things were going. He thought it would be a good
idea if we didn't see each other any more. I couldn't
believe what I was hearing. He also said that he
couldn't deal with getting involved and then moving
like he was planning. I stared at him for a moment and
then asked him why the hell he had slept with me.  He
claimed he thought he could deal with it at the time,
but now he realized that he couldn't.

  I was stunned. I told him that I knew going in that
our time together would be limited. I told him that I
was starting to care about him, but was willing to let
him go when he moved so far away. He did have the
grace to blush and look uncomfortable as I spoke. When
it finally dawned on me that he wasn't going to say
anything further, I turned away and walked slowly to
my truck. I didn't look back or say goodbye.

  I cried on the long drive home. I got out of the
truck and stood in the darkness, staring at the sky.
Tears just kept pouring down my face. I went inside
and sat down on the floor in the living room. I stared
out of the big bay window until the sun came up.  My
boss got up early that morning and found me still
sitting there on the floor with my knees up under my
chin and my arms wrapped around my shins. I wasn't
actually crying but the tears were still pretty
steady. He sat down in his bathrobe in an armchair
across from me. He just waited to see if I wanted to
talk about it.

 I had been taking care of his kids for a year. His
wife had died of cancer 6 months before. She was the
one that hired me before any of us knew she was sick.
Both had known before hand that I was gay. I took care
of her and the kids during her illness. I had planned
on leaving after her death due to my dislike of him. I
couldn't leave the youngest though. He was 4 now and
very attached to me. It would have wrecked him to lose
his mom and me both. I ended up staying until he was
through with kindergarten. That's another story
though.

  I finally did talk and just gave my boss the bare
facts of what had happened. He said nothing and let me
talk it out. When I was done, he still didn't say
anything. I did feel better. He made a joke about
fickleness and asked if I felt a little better. I told
him yeah, I did. He just smiled and got up to go make
coffee. I went to bed. This night had been a little
long.


Chapter 7

  The rest of Saturday was a blur. It was hard to
focus on anything unless it was right in front of me.
Cindy called and wanted to know how Friday had gone. I
told her most of it but left out my suspicions about
Eric. She got very quiet and asked me what I was going
to do about the trip to Lompoc. Shit! I hadn't thought
that through. Something else to dwell on, I guess.
She made arrangements to get together after I got back
from Santa Barbara the following weekend. I would stop
off at her house before going to mine.

  I thought about it long and hard. When I make an
offer, I don't retract it lightly. There was no point
in being petty and I saw no reason not to take him up
to his parents. It was not as if we weren't going to
be parting anyway. So it seemed at the time. More
details came later that showed how bad this situation
really was. I had no idea what was real about this and
what was something else altogether. I just knew that
one plus one did not add up to three.

 The rest of the day sucked royally. I avoided the
kids and their dad. Even TV seemed liked a joke.
Nothing could interest me. After a few pages, my
patience left and the book I was trying to read flew
across the room. My anger was building now. Pieces
were falling into place one by one as my memory sifted
through the last two weeks. This whole situation was
just plain wrong.

 I didn't sleep well that night. What the hell was I
going to do? My emotions were in turmoil. It still
stung that he had slept with before saying anything
about not wanting to go any further down a road that
was not going anywhere in the first place. On the
other hand, what I had said was just as stupid. Being
willing to have just the time until he left. What did
that imply? Great, that this here boy is a sucker. I
finally dozed off despite being really pissed off by
then.


Chapter 8

  Sunday afternoon brought the next shock wave. Lee
actually had the balls to call me. I was speechless
while he was on the line. After a couple of false
starts, he asked if I was playing in the pool
tournament tonight. The gall of that question coming
from him kept me speechless. Finally, I was able to
say no, I wasn't planning on going. I was proud that I
showed nothing of what I felt in my voice. He said,
oh, and then said thanks, bye, hanging up quickly.
What the fuck was that about?

  An hour before the tournament, I changed my mind. I
was going. There was no way that I was going to let
anyone dictate my reactions and what I would do.
Things felt a little better after that decision was
arrived at. We'll see what happens. Besides, why let
the entire weekend go out the window. I refused to
think about how much I hurt. The ache in my chest was
pretty nasty. I went and took a shower. Then, after
getting dressed, there was nothing to do but go to the
bar.

  I got there about 15 minutes before the tournament
was due to start. Didn't look like there would be many
players tonight. That's fine by me. I am a mediocre
player at best. I have a particular nerve disorder
that causes my hands to shake slightly. With
adrenaline, the shaking becomes more pronounced. Quite
a handicap in a game that calls for precise force,
impact and aim. I still do pretty well. I just ignore
it. Most people don't notice it until I have a surge
and then my hands are often hidden if I can do
anything about it. Like I said, I get by all right.

  About halfway through the tournament, it happened.
Lee walked through the door. He wasn't alone. Eric was
with him. Before even looking around, they stopped in
the doorway and kissed for a long time. My blood froze
and then boiled. When they finally broke off the kiss,
Lee looked my way and then shrugged. He walked over to
where I was waiting for my turn to play.

"I thought you weren't coming," he said.

"I changed my mind." I answered.

"Oh." was all he said.

  I asked him if I could talk to him outside for a
minute. He reluctantly agreed. We went out front and
stood on the sidewalk. I asked him why? He looked
confused for a minute before answering. He told me
that he couldn't deal with me knowing how he felt
before he did. He also said that he didn't want to
hurt me. `Right!' I thought to myself. He said he
wanted to keep my friendship. I told him that I meant
what I said. I would still drive him to his parents.
All the arrangements were made for the following week.
He looked really uncomfortable again. He asked if I
was sure. I told him yes, I was. He said fine.

  We walked back in and he went straight to Eric for
another kiss. I just froze inside. I decided that this
was some kind of game he was playing with me. There
was no way that I was going to lose it. The object
seemed to be to get me to leave before they did. It
wasn't going to happen if I could help it. I lost the
tournament by more of a margin than usual for me. Damn
it! I could feel the tears in my eyes threatening to
over flow. There was no way that I could do that in
plain sight of them. I choked them back.

  Then something unexpected happened. Lee's friend,
Marvin, came in. He looked over at Lee and then at me.
He scowled then walked over to me. We sat at the bar
and Marv listened to what I told him about the
weekend. He agreed with me that I shouldn't surrender
my dignity and leave before them. He stayed with me,
sometimes talking, more often not. It was totally
comforting to have someone outside the situation agree
with me about what was going on. Lee and Eric stayed
until closing. Often they made sure to stay within my
peripheral vision. Marv patted my hand and told me to
hold on, the night is almost over. He was so sweet.
Fortunately, I was friends with the bartender and he
wanted me and Marv to stay after he closed up. I was
grateful. This meant that Lee and Eric had to leave
when everyone else did at 2. I won by default. Yeah, I
know, small, futile victory, but I needed something,
even if petty.

  After the doors were locked, I burst into tears.
Marv put my head on his shoulder and let me cry myself
out. It took quite a while. When I could finally pull
myself together again, he asked me what I wanted to
do. I told him that I really didn't know. I just
didn't want to be alone tonight. He smiled at me and
said, "Then you won't be. Come with me." With that
settled, we said goodnight to the bartender and left.


Chapter 9

  Turned out that Marv worked at the Ramada. It was
part of the Riverside Convention Center. He was a
bartender himself. When he had long double shifts, the
hotel compted a room for him. Apparently he could also
let those compts build up if he didn't use them.
Tonight, he used it. We got a key and went up. It was
a decent room, nothing major though. I threw myself
into a chair and just collapsed mentally. It had been
a long hard night. Marv sat on the bed and flipped the
TV on. I was in such a funk that I didn't pay any
attention to him.

  After a few minutes, he turned the TV off. He asked
me if I was OK. I nodded and just sat there. Marv got
off the bed and came over to me. He sat himself on the
floor in front of me and took my hands in his. We
talked for about an hour like that. He was a good
listener too. I looked up into his eyes. He smiled
gently and asked if I wanted to be distracted. I was
confused about what he meant. He waited a few moments
and then brought my hands up to his lips. He kissed
them both gently and raised an eyebrow in inquiry. Now
I understood. What the hell, why not? He was
attractive, sweet and available. I asked if he wanted
more than I could give right now. He asked, in return,
if I meant something long-term. I nodded. He said that
no, he thought that maybe we could be really good
friends. With, perhaps, certain intimacies. I thought
about it and nodded again. I could handle that.  He
smiled slightly again.

 He rose to his feet in a fluid motion. He lifted me
up by my hands, which he was still holding. He was
about 3 inches taller than my own 6"2". It was kinda
nice to have to look up for a change. He was whipcord
thin, but with very well defined musculature. Medium
length brown hair. Beautiful brown eyes that had such
depths of sympathy right now. His skin was very
smooth, pale and nearly hairless. He walked me over to
the bed and sat us down. He brought my head to his
chest and we just sat for a while. My hands crept out
of his and around his waist. I could hear his
heartbeat. It was slow and steady. Looking down at his
lap, I could also see that he was highly turned on
right now.

  He kissed the top of my head lightly and began to
massage my shoulders. It felt wonderful right now. My
back and neck were a tangle of painful knots. He moved
himself back further onto the bed, then laid me out
flat on my stomach. He straddled my ass and leaned
into the muscles he was working on. It hurt at first
but as each knot melted, I could feel the tension
fading. His hands moved up under my shirt. They
caressed my entire back. He pulled my shirt up over my
head and then totally off of me. Back to work he went.
His weight was pushing down on my ass. When he worked
on my lower back, his fingers would trail under my
waistband slightly, then further and further.

  Finally, I decided to take the next step myself. I
turned slightly and asked him to get up. He removed
himself and sat at my side. I unbuttoned his work
shirt and pulled it from him. Then unbuttoned his
pants. He smiled down at me and stayed completely
still saying nothing. I put my forefinger in the
center of his chest and pushed firmly. He let himself
fall backwards onto the bed. I unzipped his pants and
tugged them down and off of him. He was wearing black
briefs under his slacks. His erection was straining
against the fabric. Impressive. About 8"'s, I think.
Sliding my hands under him, I grab the back of his
underwear and slide my hands back around to his front.
I release him from the straining fabric and smack! His
dick flips up against his flat stomach. His underwear
slides down his body and lands on the floor. He lies
there, watching and smiling.

  Once he is completely naked, he sits back up and
undoes my jeans.  He wiggles them down my legs and
they join the rest of the pile on the floor. My briefs
he leaves on me for now. He leans over and kisses me
thoroughly. When his lips leave mine, I let myself
fall back onto the mattress. He laughs approvingly and
starts kissing my toes. He moves up my legs, kissing
the entire way. When he reaches the briefs, he grips
them with his teeth and pulls them off of me. Now we
are on equal footing, so to speak. My dick is
throbbing now. He takes it in his hand, then pumps it
slowly.

  After a few seconds of this, he takes me into his
mouth. His tongue slips up the underside of my roaring
hard-on. Marv grunts softly as I bend sideways and
reach out for his dick. The movement has thrust me
further into his throat. He swallows me whole. It
feels so good. He is very skilled. Within seconds he
has me writhing about in total abandon. All this
while, I am stroking him. The hardness of him
stimulates me further. I moan into the pillow.

  Just when I think that I can't take any more, that I
will explode, he draws back from me. He gets up
quickly, reaches into a bag that he had brought up
with him from the car. It is a small bottle of lube.
He whispers that he never leaves home for over night
without it. He then hesitantly asks if he can fuck me.
The look of hope on his face is so precious. I consent
with a slight nod. He smiles shyly. Then he carefully
applies a generous amount to the tight opening of my
ass. After slicking himself up too, he gently lifts my
legs over his upper arms. Slowly, he pushes against my
burning opening. I want him in me bad.

  Once his knob penetrates, he holds perfectly still
until I no longer grip him like a vice. Once I release
the strangle hold on the end of his dick, he leans
into me. I almost scream with the slowness that he is
entering me. I raise my hips using my legs on his
arms. He gasps as I thrust up onto him. He is finally
embedded all the way. My head is moving from side to
side on its own now. The sensation of him is awe-
inspiring. His rhythm is so slow, but builds up
quickly. In minutes, his is slamming into me hard
enough that I am sliding up the bed to the headboard.
As I whack into it at a rate of twice a second, I
almost start giggling. Talk about learning a new
meaning for an old name!

  I love the way he is fucking me extra hard. The
impact of his groin against my ass sends waves of
shock and pleasure all the way through me. All
thoughts of laughing are long gone now. His stamina is
miraculous. As he begins to get close to losing his
load in me, he begins to jack me off. All new feelings
flood through me. I spew forth my cum in minutes. The
contractions of my ass grab onto him fiercely. He
explodes with his own orgasm as I am ending mine. He
leans further and kisses me hard. He withdraws. I go
into the bathroom and take a quick shower. He does his
when I am done. Well, he was right. I hadn't had a
thought about Lee during the whole encounter on the
bed.

  It is nearly dawn now. I tell Marv that I need to
get home. I have to get the kids up for school soon.
He drives me back to my truck and sees me off. He
gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. Then he scribbles
down his home phone number and puts it into my hand
with a real kiss this time. I am feeling a lot better
now. He is such a great guy. The type that can be a
real friend.

I drive home and get the kids going for the day. Then
their dad leaves for work. He'll be gone for the rest
of the week. He's a big rig driver and gone a lot. I
only have the weekends off. The rest of the day goes
well. I really do like taking care of the kids. Marv
and I got together a couple of other times, but we
stopped to keep the friendship.  He really did turn
out to be a good guy. Just not a boyfriend.

Chapter 10

  Two days later I got another call from Lee. He
informed me that a friend was loaning him a car. This
made it possible for him to stay in Riverside and
continue to look for work here. He was not going to go
up north to his parents after all. Lee also apologized
for what happened on Sunday. I was stunned. Not going?
He was waffling about something else too. I ask him to
just spit it out. He then claimed that he really did
care about me. I said nothing.

  After I got my thoughts in order, I told him that it
sucked. I was stuck with going to Santa Barbara now. I
had called relatives and friends. They were expecting
me to come. He told me that he would give me the gas
money anyway. I agreed that he should. I also told me
that if he really cared about me as he claimed, then
he needed to think about some things. He needed to
decide where we were going from here. Did he want to
continue with me and see where it led, or just stop
where we were now? I told him to take until I got back
from Santa Barbara to think it through. I then said
bye and hung up.

  This sucked royally. I really couldn't figure out
what the deal was with him.  It was like he couldn't
totally leave me alone, but was also trying to keep
away from me. He hadn't been around me enough to know
that I am not a terribly forgiving person. Yes,
technically, we weren't together when he took Eric
out. But the next day? Come on! I couldn't trust him.

  I called Cindy and told her the latest developments
since we had talked last. She was furious. A lot
angrier than I thought she would be. She told me to
try and enjoy the trip. Just ignore the bastard.
Sounded like a plan to me. Oh well, I hadn't seen
these people in a couple of years. It was a little
overdue. I told her I would call her when I got back
on Sunday. I was going to leave Saturday morning.

  I got every thing packed the night before and into
my truck. Had my CD player with about 10 CD's ready to
go. Stocked up on provisions too. 3, 1-liter bottles
of Dr. Pepper and a huge bag of Dorito's for munching
on the drive. I went and got new tennis shoes for the
trip. My old ones were pretty ratty. I also made a
trip over to Lee's to pick up the money he had
promised. He came to the door with it and didn't have
much to say. I told him that I would call him when I
got back and we could hash it out. Turning my back on
him, I walked away without saying bye.


Chapter 11

  The next morning I didn't feel like going. I dragged
my feet until almost 11:00am. It just didn't feel
right. I was about to pick up the phone and call the
relatives with an excuse when my Mom called. She told
me to get my butt out the door and up north. Great,
just great. She kept at me until she was sure that I
was thoroughly guilt tripped (Jewish mother,
remember?) and that I was actually going. Fine, she
wins, I go.

  Thankfully, I had mapped it out in advance. This was
going to be my first long trip by myself. Never had
gone anywhere without someone along or following me in
another car. Maybe that was all that was giving me the
jitters. Turns out, I should have ignored Mom and
listened to that voice that said not to go.

  I got through the maze of Los Angeles in about an
hour and it looked like I would make Santa Barbara in
another hour and a half. Traffic wasn't heavy, but not
empty either. Just as I hit Westlake Village, I got
stuck in a pocket of traffic. I had a huge 4-wheel
drive in front of me. On my right side was a big semi.
Behind me was another semi. I am in the lane next to
the fast lane. I also absolutely hate being boxed in.
Scares the hell out of me. Too many horror stories
that my boss had told me about semi accidents and
smaller vehicles.

  I push up my turn signal and give a really quick
glance over my left shoulder. Didn't see anyone. I
pull over toward the fast lane and then hear a horn
blaring. I was about 2 inches from the side mirror of
a car. They had been in my blind spot when I looked. I
turned the wheel back toward my old lane and stepped
on the brake. OK, so far. Then my foot slipped off the
brake and onto the gas. This happened at the same time
that I was turning back into my own lane.

  Naturally, it got worse in a hurry. Due to my angle,
and the sudden acceleration, I plowed right into the
wheel well of the semi. My right front fender was
caught between the tire and the wheel well. The semi's
tire was actually pulling the front end of my truck
into it. You know, like one of those old-fashioned
sardine cans that you have to open with a key to roll
back the lid? Well, the semi's wheel was the key and
my poor truck us the lid. I could hear the crunch as
it got further and further along my truck. OK, time to
do something before I get munched.

  I hauled on my steering wheel as hard as I could.
Must have been enough, because I ripped out the entire
fuel system for the semi. I also blew both tires on
the right side of my truck. This left me in a spin
back toward the fast lane. I missed hitting anyone
else as I spun, by sheer luck. Then I hit the center
divider head on. Up and over went my body. I hit the
passenger side of the windshield. Left a nice crater
and flew back into the driver's seat as the truck
finally stopped with the tailgate against the concrete
center wall. It had done another half spin to end up
that way. That entire time, I was aware of one thing.
I was PISSED! Not afraid, not panicked, just pissed.

  My luck was now out. I was just sitting there. Some
of the traffic stopped. On the other side of the
divider, a doctor had pulled over and hopped the wall.
He got to me first. Turns out, I needed one and didn't
know it. My forehead was cut up from the windshield. I
had also cut open the side of my right ring finger
without knowing it. Bleed lots. The really piece de
resistance was the broken collarbone. I had hit the
steering wheel on my way back into the driver's seat.
No, I wasn't wearing a seat belt. Yeah, dumb, I know.
Apparently, it wasn't my time to die. I should have
gone through the damn windshield.

  When the doctor tried to move me, we found out two
things. One, I could not move my right arm. It was
tangled up in the steering wheel and I couldn't get it
to work at all. The doctor told me it might be broken.
Funny, didn't remember feeling anything break. The
second thing we found was very odd. Remember, I said I
had my CD player on the seat next to me? Well, the
strap from the case was completely wrapped around the
stick shift. It was also totally wrapped around my
right ankle. Have no idea how that happened either. It
kept me from going out the windshield.

  An ambulance showed up shortly. As I was transferred
from the truck to it, I got to see the area of effect
from the accident. My CD's were scattered all over the
ground for yards around. Also, Dorito's as far as the
eye could see. Literally. I almost giggled. Got over
that real fast. The pain from my broken collarbone
finally nailed me. God, the pain was hideous.


Chapter 12

  I think I will skip the actual hospital examine, x-
rays, stitches and misery, plus the added joy of no
health insurance. Not something all that wonderful to
relive, even through the written word. Sides, it's
making my collarbone ache as I think about it. I am
jumping to the point where they finally release me.
OK, no truck. No way home. Lots of pain. I called my
Mom. She finally answered and accepted the collect
call. I told her what had happened as calmly as I
could. Then I asked if she could come get me. She
burst into tears. Her muscular dystrophy had flared up
earlier that day and she couldn't drive. I ended up in
tears at that point. I told her I would be OK and find
a different way home. She told me she would call the
relatives so they would know what was going on.

  I just sat there in the waiting room for a while. My
head was getting all foggy from the heavy medication
they had given me. Finally, I got up the nerve to call
Cindy. I told her what had happened and asked her if
she could come get me. A very short pause came. Then
she said she would be here in an hour and not to
worry. Then she hung up. I just collapsed into a
chair. Less than forty minutes later, there she was. I
could see the horror on her face when she got a look
at me. She got me into the car and asked me where they
had towed the truck to. We should get my things out of
it now. I handed her the papers the sheriff had given
me. It had the place in it somewhere.

  She drove us over. We went into the garage and
looked at my truck. She looked for a long time at the
windshield and then looked at me. Back to the
windshield and then me again. Very quietly, she said
with awe that I should be dead. Now that I could see
the outside of the truck, I had to agree with her. A
minor miracle that I hadn't died. We got most of my
things and left. She drove me to a Denny's to try and
get me to eat something. All I had had today was
Dorito's. I almost laughed at the looks people gave me
when we were being seated. My shirt was shredded and
half blood stained. I had this lovely cut on my right
temple that still had dried blood on it. And my arm in
a sling with no cast. Cindy sighed and told me to go
wash up.

  When I got to the bathroom, thankfully no one was
there. The mirror showed me what everyone else was
seeing. I looked like I had been put through a meat
grinder. The walking dead look was just not me.
Washing took forever with one hand. Finally finished
and looked a small sight better. Nothing could be done
about my bloody clothes until I got home.

  While we ate, Cindy listened to the entire story
from start to finish. Everything. The look on her face
hardened and soon was a scowl. She was furious with
Lee. She's not a woman to piss off without thinking.
She bench-presses a hell of a lot more than I weigh.
Finally, we finished eating and she drove me home. The
first pothole we hit, I yelped. She just glared at me
and said that what I got for not wearing a seat belt
in the first place. She told me she wouldn't lecture
me about the accident, but that didn't stop her from
making the ride home painful, literally.


Chapter 13

  I didn't sleep all that well, as you can imagine.
Enough of this bullshit, I told myself. Sunday
afternoon I called Lee. I told him about the accident
and that my truck was totaled. He didn't say one word.
I then said that I would like an answer to the
question I had asked him Friday. He wanted to know if
I really wanted to do this now. Hell yes, I said. I am
on painkillers and could careless. He said that the
answer was to go our separate ways. Fine by me, I said
and hung up on him. The last word is best.

  The following weekend played out the last of my part
in this tale. Cindy took me to the bar. She just sat
and drank for an hour. She didn't say a word to
anyone. The bartender was looking really worried now.
Cindy is usually the most talkative person in any
environment. Her silence was scary. He finally took me
aside and asked me if I could find out what was with
her. I agreed, curious myself. She finally answered my
repeated questions as to why we were there. The answer
was as scary as we thought. She was planning on
waiting for Lee to show and then she was going to
break both of his arms. She was dead serious and meant
every word of it. The bartender almost panicked. So
did I for that matter. I really didn't want to see her
end up in jail over this. After an hour, I convinced
her to take me home. It was the hardest thing I have
ever managed to do.

  The bartender told me later that Lee showed up half
an hour after I finally got her out of there. Close
call. On the way home she told me why she was so
angry. Apparently, at the every beginning of all this
she had talked with Lee about me. It was when she had
left me at the pool table and gone to talk to him
about me. She had told him then that I was shy and
that she knew I really liked him. When he indicated
his own interest in me, she encouraged him to go talk
to me. She also told him that she would take it very
personally if I ended up getting hurt by him. I
laughed at her when she finally fessed up. I told her
that was the last time I was letting her set me up! I
also told her that it was OK, there was no way she
could have known what would happen. I pointed out that
she had stuck by me through the whole fiasco.


Epilogue

  Just so you know why this was all a game, here's
what I found out 2 weeks later. Lee had been dating
Eric the entire time. He never told anyone else that
he was going home. Then, he disappeared. No one knew
where he had gone, not even his ex-roommate. The
roommate was furious about Lee stealing his boyfriend.
Rightly so, I believe.

  We finally came to the conclusion that Lee wanted a
grand exit from Riverside. He wanted a broken heart
left behind him. When I didn't react the way he
thought I would, I was out of the picture. Eric
apparently did fit the bill. He didn't tell Eric he
was leaving. Guess he learned not to say anything from
me! So, when things looked like they would be the way
he wanted, Lee took off for parts unknown. What a damn
drama queen! Judge for yourself based on my
perspective here. Am I wrong?

  Oh, and just one side note. Cindy and I both believe
that if I had had a passenger, the accident probably
would not have happened. The blind spot for me would
be plainly visible to anyone sitting in the shotgun
seat. Then again, maybe not. I'll never know for sure.
I do have pictures of the truck after the accident.
Evidence of the story's truth, if you like.

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So ends the first story. Life's tough, no? I have a
list put together of other stories to write. Each is
very different in the type of mind game that was
played. This is the only one that I actually got
physically hurt in. Want more? Let me know. :)