"Dad, Tandie is a slut! Did you have to marry her?"
"Uh, Mark let me call you back." Charles Gordon placed the phone on its receiver and walked around his desk to hug his daughter who had just stormed into his office. "Honey, slow down, take a deep breath and talk to me. What's going on? What aren't you at college?"
Patricia was furious. She had overheard her stepmother Tandie on the upstairs phone talking to some guy two nights ago. She hadn't meant to eavesdrop but when she picked up the phone, she couldn't believe her ears.
Patricia stepped back so she could look her father in the eyes, "Tandie is cheating on you Dad. I heard her talking to some guy on the phone the other night when I slept over. You should have heard the disgusting things coming out of her mouth. She called him Ben and described how she loved sucking his cock and why she couldn't wait to go down on him again. If that's not nasty enough for you she told him that she wanted him to come on her face and fuck her ass. I couldn't bear to hear anymore so I hung up the phone. I waited until she left this morning and then I went over to the house and searched her things for proof."
Charles could feel the blood rushing to his face. "You searched her... what do you mean Tandie is cheating? What kind of proof?"
Patricia shrugged her purse off her shoulder and fumbled a bit with the flap before she managed to extract some folded papers.
"Here is the proof I'm talking about. I found this journal buried under her lingerie with a page bookmarked." She waved them about wildly in the air too upset to keep still any longer. "These pages talk about how she met this Ben and here's the kicker. He used to be in Special Forces too so you probably know this asshole." Charles grabbed the papers from Patricia and started to read like a man possessed.
Monday 9/14/98 The girls and I went down to Murphy's for happy hour today. Those $2.00 martinis they make are amazing. This morning started out pretty rough. Day four of a hangover is never pretty and I've reached the conclusion that I have officially lost my mind. I decided to skip class this afternoon, because who can resist an Appletini? Not me.
I can't believe we partied on Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday; yet here we are again on Monday still hanging out. We sat at Gerard's bar and I ordered two shots of vodka to take the edge off. I waited for Gerard to make my Appletini before I rushed off to the ladies room for the third time in twenty minutes.
Of course, who did I run into on the way back to the table? None other than that guy I slept with last week whose name I can't remember. What the hell was I thinking when I hooked up with him? Oh right, I was horny, drunk off my ass, and he had that frat boy look that I love.
The conversation went something like this, "Hey! Long time no see."
And of course, I stayed true to form, "I'm sorry do I know you?"
"No, I guess you don't." He shook his head and hurried off. I know that was kind of cruel, but I had better things to do with my time than try to pretend I knew his name. Karen, Lauren and I giggled about what's his name for the rest of the night.
I really need to stop with the random hookups. We flirted big time with Gerard and Tony my absolute favorite bartenders and stumbled to Red Lion to party some more. "Broke Dick" Mondays always has cute guys who you never see out the rest of the week. I had such a great time today or should I say yesterday cause it's four o'clock in the morning. Hello week, goodbye sobriety.
Tuesday 9/15/98 Taco Tuesdays! I already got about ten text messages about "Dollar Drinks" at Pipeline tonight. I just got home from another boring day at school. What the hell am I doing in college? I mean really? I hate studying, I hate going to classes and the only thing good about this semester is my hot fucking Chemistry teacher Mark Blaine, but more on that later. I can't wait to hang out tonight. I hear that today is a military pay day so the club is going to be packed. Hopefully I can get some dick soon cause it's been four days, and that's five days too many.
My therapist tells me that I need to get a boyfriend, but no thanks. You have to be nice to them so that you can keep getting some. I enjoy being a mean bitch too much sometimes. Speaking of gratification I think this evening might be a no panties night. I feel like getting into some trouble.
I saw Mike on campus today with his girlfriend. He told me that he would be at Pipeline tonight with his boys. Maybe I can convince him to get on knees again like he did last week. I wonder if his girlfriend knows that she is tasting my pussy every time she kisses him after he "hangs out with the boys" on Thursday nights. I can't stop laughing every time I see them together. If he wasn't such a dog, I would try to hook him up with one of my friends.
