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I thought was love, but I would never get over the betrayal of someone I looked upon as a sister.
     
    He cradled me closer and comforted me with a gentle shhhhhhh against my hair. “You smell of roses” he whispered into my ear as he kissed my neck.  He stroked my back tenderly, slowly, until his hand fell heavy against me, his gentle breathing lulling me into calmness I had long since forgotten. I only needed one thing in my life, a man who respected me and would love me for me. Maybe, just maybe I had found someone who could do that.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    TREY
     
    What the fuck am I doing? I swore I would never get involved with another woman; I had been fucked over once too often. After last time I swore the only way I would see a woman was for self-gratification not for a full on relationship. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
     
    Grabbing a beer from my fridge, I sank into my sofa, holding the ice-cold bottle against my forehead. Eyes closed tight I thought about the last 24 hours, 24 hours that had hit me like a whirlwind. I never once thought that spending what should have been an hour, maybe two, with Roisin would lead to all this confusion, would lead to the total headache that was threatening to invade. All I could see was her body, those long legs, her soft alabaster skin, those deep emerald green eyes, the perfect frame for her beautiful freckled face could only be her long red curls that cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. That familiar twitch started as I pictured her naked ass, in the air as she knelt before me, waiting to feel me inside her. Her voice was as sweet as the singing birds. Softly moaning as I took her over and over again.
     
    Downing the beer I slammed the empty bottle on the counter top and headed to the shower. Cold water hit my skin, causing it to pucker in tiny goose bumps. The cold was having no effect whatsoever on the growing need to be inside a woman. First thing I really need to do is find an addicts anonymous group, not in the town but maybe a case of travelling to the nearest city. Nobody in this small town could know about my addiction to the fairer sex. Why do they call them the fairer sex? There is nothing fair about driving a man insane.
     
    Grabbing the towel I left the cold-water shower and headed to the bedroom, time to get my official persona back on. I really hated the dog collar at times but it gave me a newfound need to help others find peace.
     
    Turning the pages on my brown leather planner, I see that Betty from the diner is first on my list this afternoon, grabbing my keys I head on out to my truck. The only woman in my life that wouldn’t fuck me over was my truck; she was a real beauty, a deep magenta highly polished baby with perfect chrome trim. I spent hours tending for her every need. Climbing inside I stroked the soft leather of the seats, these seats that had seen so much action but no more, I am calling time on my wild womanizing days. As sure as God is my witness it stops today.
     
    Keys in ignition I stretch out and hit the on button to the player, Adam Levine sang one of my favourite songs, feeling positive I turned the volume up and used the wheel like a drum, singing along in what I thought wasn’t a totally awful tone
     
    Please don't see just a boy caught up in dreams and fantasies
Please see me reaching out for someone I can't see
Take my hand let's see where we wake up tomorrow
Best laid plans sometimes are just a one night stand
I'd be damned Cupid's demanding back his arrow
So let's get drunk on our tears and
    Swinging into the parking lot at the diner, I pushed the door open still singing away to the song that had silenced as I opened my door. As I closed the door and turned the Witches of Dullsville met me. I stifled the giggle that was building inside. I had just come up with the best name for the bevvy of beauties. They all sat applauding, I rolled my eyes, and this was going to be one of those afternoons. I cast my eyes over the group,