Since I’ve Safely Fled The Country, I Guess It’s Time To Tell You What Really Happened To Becca

I bumped into Daniel at the south side bar I knew Becca didn’t like him going to on a Patriots game night when he was out with his friends. I made up a lie about being there to meet friends who flaked at the last minute. We watched the game together over the course of seven beers and he re-gave me his number. As if I had ever deleted it in the first place.

Daniel was resistant at first, but I wore him down. I started crashing his weekly Patriots viewing parties until he got too drunk one night, slipped up, and we made out. I now had the upper hand. I could destroy his world at any moment.

I wielded that power like a madman. I showed up outside his apartment late on Tuesday nights, dropped by his office unannounced and called his phone only to hang up once he answered. He eventually decided to start meeting me regularly. We met up each week at the downtown Boston Applebees, a place so lame, he figured no one would ever see us there.

I worked Daniel until he would do anything I said right at the same time I was letting Brian think I was fizzling out and forgetting about him.

With Brian and Daniel safely cocooned in my web. It was time to sink my fangs into Becca.

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