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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Ho...)
You finally become worried about your girlfriend and start calling and sending text messages. Becoming frustrated at the lack of response, you call Mark at the theater, to be informed the play was cancelled for good as Mark felt it had devolved to the five dozen men fucking Rachel on stage for five hours. He felt this would not go over well with local moralists, religious types, and feminist advocates. Mark claims to have no idea where Rachel is.
Feeling concerned, you sit in the couch to think what to do next, then get distracted by the game on cable, which is very exciting and goes to overtime and a tie breaker. Then you get hungry so you go out to your favorite fast-food joint, completely forgetting you were concerned about Rachel about two hours ago. You don’t think about your girlfriend again until you slide into bed and realize her side of the bed is empty.
There is a tinge of guilt at not doing more to find her, but you think it was really nice just being able to do whatever the fuck you wanted without her telling you that you fucked up, or that she needed you to do things around the house, or just being needy. You promise yourself you’ll do better trying to find your missing girlfriend when you wake up and then fall asleep quickly.
The next day you call her phone a couple of times and send a couple of text messages, then stop because you figure if she wanted to, she would text or call back. Satisfied with that thought, you put Rachel out of your mind and focus on doing whatever the fuck you want.
It’s over two week later when Rachel sends a text message telling you she is pregnant with John’s baby and that she has decided to share the rest of her life with John rather than you. You put up a token resistance, but only for appearance’s sake, them quickly back down and acquiesce to her.
You barely make enough to pay the bills, and quickly figure out Rachel mostly supported you throughout your relationship, so you break your lease and get a studio apartment in a not-so-nice part of town, which suits you just fine. There’s no shame in living within your means, you justify to yourself. Besides, you are loving not having to answer to or be responsible to anyone other than yourself.
As time passes you marvel at Rachel on social media because it’s only been five years since she went off with John and they are almost ready to give birth to their sixth child.
The End
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