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strange and wonderful few months.  The tape had started it all.  The girlish young blonde had been fucking Kate’s husband, ex-husband now.  Larry James Neiss had left the video (of the blonde with the pageboy haircut sucking his tiny prick and then fucking him senseless) on a flash drive in his pants and Kate had found it in the laundry.  The video had cost Dr. Neiss, whom Kate called Dr. Asshole, more than half of everything they owned, including the house.  Kate had spent nearly six months watching the video every night before her best friend Maureen had taken her out and convinced her to fuck a total stranger in the backseat of her car.  A week later, and she slept with a woman for the first time.  Then, it was anonymous blowjobs and fucking in a public bathroom, and a week ago a threesome with a childhood girlfriend and her husband.  The threesome with Joey and Margaret had lasted for an entire weekend, and Kate smiled at the memory of it.
     
    She was over Dr. Asshole, but she wasn’t over the tape.  Even as she had her adventures and felt herself blossoming sexually, she watched the tape nearly every night.  She even watched it with Joey and Margaret, Margaret licking at her clit while she watched Joey fuck his wife from behind.  She tried to think of a day, any day when she hadn’t heard Larry “Little Prick” Neiss cry out and come, but she couldn’t come up with even one.  She didn’t know why.  She hadn’t really been happy with him, and she was happy to be free of him, even happy to cash the fifteen thousand dollar alimony checks the man had to write to remind himself not to fuck little blondes fifteen years younger than himself.
     
    She put on her jeans and pulled a cotton t-shirt over her head.  She didn’t bother with a bra.  She wasn’t sure if what she was doing was smart, but she pushed the worries out of her mind and grabbed her purse.  The phone rang.  That would be Maureen checking in on her.  Her best friend cared a lot, and she knew about the tape.  She knew about the way Kate obsessed about it.  Kate decided it would probably be a good idea to let the phone ring.  She walked out the door and headed to her car.  The moment she got inside, she reached in the glove compartment and grabbed a cigarette.  It was true that she and Maureen were trying to quit, but they’d only managed to limit their smoking to the travel time.  She lit up and inhaled deeply. 
     
    The drive was easy.  Maureen didn’t know it, but she made the trip three or four times per week, just drove and sat in the parking lot of The Night Horse, the strip club where Morgan Rees worked.  Morgan—she used the stage name Elektra—was the blonde from the video, and Kate had seen her walk from the club to her car two or three times per night, almost every night.  Kate hadn’t had the courage to confront her.  Instead, she sat in the back of the parking lot and waited for the times that Elektra would head to her car.  She wasn’t sure why Elektra went to her car.  She figured she was drinking or maybe doing some other drug.  Maybe she called Dr. Asshole Neiss when she took her car breaks.  Who knew?
     
    She felt a little creepy, like maybe she was crazy.  Still, she also felt excited.  She was a spy, a cop on a stakeout, and action star.  She shook her head.  She was none of those things.  She was a thirty year old woman whose husband had left her for a nineteen year old stripper who looked fifteen or sixteen except for the tits.  Fuck!  What the hell am I doing here? The worst part about it, the thing that Kate didn’t understand—she was happy now.  She enjoyed her adventures, enjoyed the freedom the divorce gave her.  She didn’t miss Little Dick Neiss at all.  In fact, the tape had allowed all of the little frustrations and irritations of life with the man to come to the forefront.  She was thankful she wasn’t with him.  She wasn’t lonely either.  She knew now that she