.." he began.Instantly her expression turned to utter digust."God, why didn't you just tell me you were a fag!" she said, turning onher heel."No - wai...t. I'm... I'm not..."She sneered at him, her lip twisting. "Yeah right. I bet you beat offevery night just thinking of a dude creaming in your mouth."She started to walk away, the creamy cheeks of her perfect - and almostentirely visible - ass wiggling mouthwatering beneath her tiny skirt,the clipping of her stripper shoes echoing down the empty. I cried when I read the blog. Then I went to my page. I cried some more when I saw all the responses to my death. Tears started running down my cheeks as I read them. Then something told me to go back to Kat's page, and I did. A new update blog was up and then I started crying harder. I read of Kat saying she loved me as a lover and a friend. How a hole was in her heart. She wrote about how we felt about each other. I tried to leave her a message but the page kept coming up with an error.I. My whole body reacts, tensing up and my heart beats faster. How long has it been? I can’t tell, but it’s dark outside. The room is chilly and I want to stretch. Now I really have to pee. He walks around the bed and I feel the bed sinking in on that side. His knee is right beside me and I feel his warm hand on my left calf, slowly stroking over the tied knee and up along the back of my thigh. I take a deep breath and just like that, his hand is gone. He turns around, and I hear the lighter. At the very start of this reply to your note of thanks, I want to make it perfectly clear to you that my gift of the framed photograph was not intended to give you any false hope at all that we’d ever get back together. No, quite the reverse, which is why I’m addressing you by your stage name, Carletta, which you took when your singing career took off as soon as you left me.You’re wrong in assuming that I kept the photo, of the four of us laughing and embracing in celebration of the love we.