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"It did help a lot to have you two. Thank you again, guys, for letting me stay here. I have...I have nowhere to go."
Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, Jessica cleared her throat and put a hand on my shoulder.
"I think it’s time to talk some serious shit. So, you remember James is not in any way, shape or form married to you; you know we all lied to protect, umm, well, his lie."
"I did."
"Did you just regain immediate memory or a full spectrum of memories."
The shift in her voice was pretty similar to what happened to James when he talked shop.
"Don't get all doctor on me, I'm alright."
"Sorry, sorry! I'm just curious, I guess. Do I still have things to lie about?"
I wouldn't expect anything less from this woman than to tell me straight to my face that she'd lie for her friend.
"I remembered everything. Every single minute I was missing. James was in none of those minutes."
"Yeah, I know. We want you to know where we’re coming from. He got into this mess on his own; we didn't know shit in the beginning. I mean, he told Zach that he was banging some chick...
"Jess!" her wife whisper-shouted in revolt being careful to not scare Chelsea.
I'm sorry, he said what?
"A chick he's banging? Este hombre tiene valor!"
"Sorry, baby, we don't habla. Wendy picked up a few phrases from her telenovelas but that's it. And he didn't say it like that; come on, we're talking about James. He said he's seeing a woman, you know, like a fuck buddy."
"Ok, let me set the record straight; he didn't fuck me. I fucked him. He was shy like a virgin at first, and when I - let me repeat that, I - was done with him, we were all the way to raw fucking like rabbits, handcuffs and leashes."
Wendy looked at me like a lost owl while Jessica hardly held her laughter. Mhm, it was true, he made me work to bring him into bed, and it was so...weird. I never liked sex; it was always too short, too rushed and too brutal. I had no idea that pleasure - that kind of pleasure - lay behind those brief moments of physical assault. But now? What me and James had was beyond fucking; it was a sexual kinky extravaganza that always left me breathless and needy for more. I was not passive anymore; I didn't just lay there thinking that it would be over soon, and then I could go to sleep. James let me take control and worshiped at my feet.
Why the fuck did he have to lie and ruin us before we began? Fuck!
"I'll call him 'shy like a virgin' until the day I die, promise." I believed she would because if something was genuine in this whole thing, it was Jessica's unleashed mouth. "So, what now? I feel like we're all tiptoeing around this question. Are you going back to Boston? Are you even from Boston?"
A bitter taste filled my mouth.
"I am from Cuba, and I lived - live - in Boston." Here came the bombshell: "I am married."
Wendy said, "What?" the same time that Jessica said, "What the fuck?"
I watched their reactions very closely, and the shock was obvious. On Wendy, I saw a hint of anguishing guilt...oh, no, don't feel bad for keeping me from him.
"Oh my God, do you want us to contact your husband? Jess, you need to find this man."
"But I don't want to. His wife is missing for three months, and he doesn't do shit. Is he even worth it?" she said and shrugs.
"He might be looking for her as we speak, and he can't find her because of what James and we did!"
"I would have found you." Jess gave another careless shrug.
"He...he used to hit me." Every sound around us froze, even the ticking of the clock they had on the fireplace seemed to go mute. Dead silence. "I met him when I was very young; he took me from my father's house. I thought I was in love; we got married..."
Jessica cut in.
"James said he checked your marital status on your ID."
