"What the fuck were you thinking!" my friend, my only friend yelled at me.

I couldn't blame her. I really hadn't been thinking when l said l had a boyfriend. What l should have said and done was to say nothing and quietly sit in my seat and accept whatever Richard decided we should do. But nooo, l just had to go and blurt out the stupidest lie l have ever told.

No one who knew me would believe l had the guts to even think of having an affair. Carly walked over to me and shook my head. She stopped and declared "Aha! l was right. Empty .Just as l feared, this divorce has eroded your senses and you most likely have a severe case of brain deficiency."

"Carly l came to you because l have no one else to turn to. Help me! You are my friend. Aren't you supposed to be on my side?" l whined.

"Well its kinda hard to help you if you do things this stupid. No wonder you only have me." Her words hurt me in ways l didn't want to admit.

Carly was the only person Richard had not managed to push me away from. She was my first friend in kindergarten and l'm glad to say we are still as close as we were in high school. The other friends...not so much.

I only realised now how isolated and distant from society l was when Richard and l separated. Somehow he had managed to isolate me from all my friends. I looked down and used my long hair to hide the tears welling in my eyes.

Carly wrapped her arms around me and mumbled out an apology. It was slowly becoming a routine for me to come and break down in front of her.

"Shhhh don't cry. You know how much l hate crying. How many times have l told you not to cry. Its a sign of breaking down." Carla consoled trying pacify me and stop my sobs.

Never break down or else it becomes a habit.

Her favorite saying which was slowly beginning to be my favourite. Even though l couldn't stick to it. I sniffed, took a deep breath and swallowed back the tears begging to be released.

"Look at it this way, since l'm the only person around it means you'll spend the rest of your life getting good advice," she admonished me rubbing the small of my back in a comforting manner.

"If you promise to stop crying you can sleep on my thousand dollar couch," she whispered.

I sobered up and smiled weakly. "Deal. Can you sleep with me on it?", l croaked out.

"No!" she screamed out.  "And miss riding Trevor? Sorry miss but your boobies aren't that fun."

I sighed and silently cursed the day l introduced Carly to Trevor. Her husband. Her bodybuilder husband who seemed to dwarf every man I've ever met and whom she was obsessed with.

"Still sure you don't wanna share?", l asked feeling a bit better now.

"Pffft, as if. Look as far as l can see you are damned. No one we know will ever agree to play such a dumb role as your fake boyfriend. Especially one named Cody Cummings," Carly said and snickered.

I had to admit it was a pretty suspicious name. Cummings. I snorted.  She was right though. No one l knew- and they weren't that much- would ever agree to such a doomed clichéd idea. "Why did you pick this name?"

Why did l say such a stupid name?

I scratched my head and suddenly remembered where this name had come from.

Shit!! Why did l think about him?

I looked down and used my hair to hide my embarrassment. Its a cowardly habit of mine developed over a lifetime of insecurity. Knowing me Carly instantly raised my head and gave me the look. I sighed, there was no way out of this if she was giving me that look. 

"Its the name of a man l helped in my wilder, younger, less sensible days. " I revealed.

"Great! So let's call him and hear what he says about our far fetched idea!" Oh Carly. So full of optimism. Obviously life had dealt her favourable cards.

"No! We can't call him, l don't have his number. Even if l did l wouldn't call him." Carly looked at me as if l had finally lost my mind.

"Why?" This was the question l had been dreading." What aren't you telling me?", she questioned.

Oh boy. 

"Um...his profession is...a bit...colorful."

She sharpened her gaze and stood up and walked to the door. "This mystery man is most likely your only hope to get divorced from that shitbag. If you want to seem like a fool in front of everyone, fine! But don't involve me. If you want my help you have to tell me what's so freaking important about his job that you won't tell your best friend. The friend who has been there for you every time," she paused waiting for me to say something.

I remained silent.

Slowly she opened the door and said "Get out! If you won't tell me. Get out of my home. "

l couldn't lose Carly. Not now. Not ever.

I took a deep breath and proclaimed "His name is Cody Cummings. He's a porn star. My porn star."

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Boom!!!
Believe it or not the last statement raises more questions than l can bear.

Writing this book makes me feel so evil. I love it.
Meme alert!!!

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