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NEW POST from .Crazy Betty .Page* ______________________________________________________06:47

Location: Mike's bedroom.

Mood: Murderous

Music: Mike's snores.

Ok, so I'm starting to think there's something wrong with my mind. No, seriously.

I mean… all this testosterone invading my personal space…

This week wasn't so bad, because M, D's beautiful wife, came to visit. The Argentinean beauty that only wears Converse and is even shorter than me. How can you be shorter than me, anyway?

So, the girl is really nice, even when she doesn't talk that much when she just meets you. Do said it was because her best friend, Astaire (what a cool name! –sorry, I had to say it-) isn't around. For the way he said it, I'm suspecting he has a thing for her –for M, not for A-. Which would be really bad since, well, she's married to his friend. I don't think he would cheat but you never know. And if he cheats, then D is going to find out and they're going to fight and then D is going to kill either M or Do, and he's going to go to jail, and the band it's going to not exist anymore and I'm going to be left alone with H and I'm going to kill myself.

Or worst, be jobless.

Anyway……

What I was saying?

Oh, yeah!

About M.

Yeah, she's nice. After almost an hour, we were like kindergarten friends forever. And god, D loves her. It's just so funny to see him looking at her. My exs never, NEVER, looked at me like that. It's the Argentinean gene? It is, right? They say Argentinean women are the most beautiful of the world, so maybe that. Unfair.

So I'm stuck with my Irish genes, my red hair, my more than pale skin, my freckled face and body and idiotic boyfriends.

Just great.

So…. Yesterday I saw Alex. My ex's older brother. And god he's yummy. And the perfect way to get even, but anyway….

He was parading around over Liverpool and I was parading around over Liverpool too while the boys were making an interview that I wasn't need to be in because it was going to go directly to the book. So I started a conversation with him out of thin blue, remembering how he had had a boner that last time he caught us (as in my ex and me) down by the pool. I swear, I'm stupid. Next time, I won't show the wonderful wonders of my mouth and tongue before HE shows them first.

So I flirted with Alex, a lot, and it paid up at the end when he accepted his brother was an asshole and that he would have been better. I asked him to prove it, and we ended up getting laid on a hotel room. An expensive hotel room, mind you, because he's wealthy. And, just so you know and can book him in your Palm, he has great, amazing, fantastic, delusional, deliriously great tongue skills. He's certified by me!

After my great rendez-vous, I went back to the studio where the Boys were having the interview, and I saw H's eyes fixated to me.

Maybe it was because sex can be smell by sexually drive men!

Or maybe it was because I had still my cheeks flustered, my neck and exposed chest (which was a lot of chest) covered with recent hickeys and a reddish mark on my left leg where Alex had smacked me.

Did I mention I love dominant men in bed?

Anyway. H's eyes roamed trough my body to the point I almost felt ashamed and undress. And, yes, he was turned on.

I think…

I can't be positive, but I am quite sure.

He's a horny bastard, like the Caribbean, hot and steamy all day long.

…. No, wait. Somehow, that wasn't what I wanted to say.

He's like………… like…………………. I don't know, the handle of a broom, hard and… Well, you get the picture.

And if you didn't… too bad. Go back to high school or whatever because you are not prepared for real life.

Want to know the worst part?

He's starting to make me feel……………………. Well, the same way Alex made me feel when I first saw him. The same way Jacob (one of the top ten, really) made me feel when I was tanning in that beach over Port Angeles in USA. All in all, the same way every guy I wanted to shag senselessly for hours to no end made me feels.

Which is really bad.

I can't want a guy from my job. It's bad.

Bad, bad, bad.

I need a new boyfriend, that's it. So I can get the thrills out of cheating the bastard more than in shagging H.

Kisses from

__ _________________________________________A girlfriend-available TNA

New chapter for all of you wanting an update. And since I'm feeling good -must be the chocolate ice-cream with my friends for Valentine's Day?-, I'm going to post the next chapter too. Am I great or what??? Expect it in a couple of minutes, really.

Hope you like this.

Love!!!

XOXO

Odd