...the storm kept coming  

charmedlulu 61F
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3/25/2006 10:28 am

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3/25/2006 11:45 am

...the storm kept coming


...We made these arrangements, early in the week...and I went about my normal week for the most part, at least it seemed to be starting off normal. I had received an email over the weekend from the Master...requesting my presence at the house for an evening of play together...with the couple... The call orchestrated by him, from him. He told me, we would have some time together, alone, and she would join us later. I went...and he and I were having nice conversation, etc...I asked where she was, and he told me, she had a meeting with one of her “clients”. They called them “clients”...her clients, (remember my posting about her clients). Well, guess what, the “client” was the person I had arranged to meet in just a few days. He said his name, and then asked me if there was something I wanted to tell him about this “client”. He knew, he knew that I had been communicating with him...he knew everything. Apparently this “client” of hers had shared that he had been talking with me, and had planned to meet me...he unfolded the story I had told him, and hence she knew it was me. She probed him for information about me, and relayed it to her “Master”. I wasn’t hurt by it, I was quite on the contrary, pleased...as I stopped all communication with the man, and never went to meet him. I was trying to get out at that point, not trying to get deeper in. She never came home that night, we never heard from her. He and I had a good night together, and I spent the evening with him...in his bed. Apparently although she didn’t come home, and she didn’t call, she had a big problem with my spending the evening... I guess had the shoe been on the other foot, perhaps I would have felt the same, but the shoe wasn’t on the other foot. She lived with him, I didn’t...she had her own room in his house. He didn’t share his room with anyone...it was his sanctuary. If he would choose to have someone in his bed, it was somewhat by invitation only. Only a day or two passed, it was mid January, and I was at home in my apartment getting ready for work. The phone rang, it was her...she said he was acting crazy, she needed to talk. I told her, she knew we were not suppose to talk, but she continued with this story about the strange things that were going on, and telling me she was afraid, he was breaking down. I was in a rush, so I agreed to meet with her later, that day. She set the meeting place, a public place, and we met in the late afternoon for coffee. I had been thinking about contacting her the prior few days...just to assure her I would go away, so I fully intended to do that in our meeting. I went to the meeting, and brought with me a few emails to validate my story to her. Deep down she knew the truth, that she too, had been lied to, deceived, and made to feel that she was inferior, and responsible for all the chaos that had occurred. We talked, candidly, and then after about an hour went our separate ways. I went back to my work, for a brief time, before heading out for a long enjoyable resting weekend, away. I was not in town, but I was reachable by phone, and received a call from her the following morning. She was crying, sobbing to be exact, trying to tell me, that he had come home that evening, and that they started to argue. She told me he had totally gone crazy, and that he had beat her...I tried to calm her...I just tried to talk with her...then I got off the phone, and within the hour came a call from him...he told me, she went crazy the night before, he wanted to know if I had talked with her...I denied talking with her at that point, I didn’t know what to think about the stories, nothing made any sense. He told me he wasn’t even home, and that she had destroyed his house. He told me the police had been there...everything was trashed. She called me back a couple of times, and finally by mid day, she called telling me that she had lied, earlier, and that the truth was she found him at a woman’s home, and that she totally lost it...she tried to call him, but apparently he wouldn’t come out of this woman’s home, so she proceeded to his home, where she also lived, and began a path of total destruction. She broke everything that was breakable...she ruined floors, and doors...she even pushed an electric piano through a glass door, shattering it. She took everything she could find in the refrigerator, the eggs, became a part of the sofa...ketchup, mustard, and things like that, she smeared into the carpeting, and the milk, that she poured in his bed. There was approximately twenty thousand dollars damage to the interior of the home...of course that included, furniture now ruined. I guess I was in dismay...I couldn’t imagine any of this, and I wasn’t there to see it...but the police now came to me to talk, and question me...and it was the same detective I had dealt with previously just a month before. He told me how bad it indeed was. He told me, he had really never seen anything like it...

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