Betrayed Chapter 10

"What was I supposed to think?" I screamed.

"When I told you I could have any man I wanted," she screamed back. "You were supposed to know I meant I wanted you. I have wanted you since the day I first laid eyes on you – long before I knew there was a 'Lisa'. Once I found out she existed, I knew I couldn't live without you."

"But you never told me that!" I protested emphatically.

"I shouldn't have to!" she railed. "Girls are supposed to understand these things."

I beat the air ineffectually with my fists.

"Words count, Angelina," I responded, more measured. "I am not a mind-reader, as much as I try to be. Susan didn't say the words and look what happened to us. Then again, she probably didn't feel them in the first place."

Déjà vu.

Angie came off her chair, wiping away her tears. She took my hand and helped me to my feet, then wrapped her arms around me tightly and put her face right in front of mine.

"I feel them," she sniffed, "and I'll say them. I love you. I want you. I need you, as much as the air I breathe. You are my life. What do you have to say to that?"

I was honest to a fault.

"Words fail me."

She tilted her head slightly to one side and leaned closer.

"Good answer," she softly sighed, parting her lips. "Fuck Dick's. Let's cut to the chase."

***

Angie and I spent all Saturday morning and early afternoon in a Hispanic salon on the Northwest side. My work took a lot longer than hers. My already-bleached hair was long enough now; she mandated it was time for extensions. By the time the stylist was finished, my hair was just as long and curly as my wig had been. Although our colors contrasted like night and day, our styles complimented, as did our makeup and nails.

"I could have done you myself," my lover assured me confidently, "but I had to get ready, too. Besides, it's a lot more fun to watch you get done up for me this way. My panties are drenched."