That steamy mistress that fills my sleepless nights with heat and makes me miss work. The bitch came back.

Yes, she went off to visit who-knows-who on Thursday, I thought she'd made good on her threat to leave me forever and so I came in to work, still flushed from our four-day dalliance when we only left the apartment to get food, refreshments, and supplies.

She came back Friday morning and, not finding me at home, she visited me at work and compelled me to take the noon train back home with her. Back to my place for another go. We couldn't even wait until we got home. Waiting for the train she rose me to a fever pitch, quickly climbing as high as in our first days together. It's almost scary how used I am (to it) now, the heat, the shivers, the liter bottle of water always at the ready for when I'd get winded.

I know she's two-timing me with like 20 million other people, and I'd leave her if I knew how, but she's inside of me, under my skin. I want to be rid of her, but I can't find a moment's peace until she tires of me, or I build up an immunity to her.

I think I'll sit at home all weekend and see if I can bore the flu out of me, loose Party Bitch that she is.

I think she's already sleeping with some of my friends.