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What is the truth, Olivia? He said he would get you a house, you wouldn't have to work and he was going to buy you a ring. He introduced you to his son and his sister who later told you after you had unceremoniously dumped him from one day to the next for me that they had opened their family to you.

You explained to me that you and he had had a "romance" for a year, but you had never had sex together. Who in his right mind would present you with all these offerings, take you out to dinner, fill you with wine on tropical nights and not have sex with you?

The whole time you were visiting me at the hotel. You would tell me he was nothing more than a friend, a friend on whose shoulder you would cry as you related in detail my mistreatment of you. And the entire period you're satisfying me, even charging me $100 various times because you were short and Mick needed something. Would his sympathies change if he knew the real you?

What about the town clown with whom you appeared on the blogs embracing shortly after our divorce? Were you pleasing him? As usual you say no, but he told one of my acquaintances that he would sit you on a ladder and lick you silly. He and his best friend were telling everyone that he was in a sexual relationship with you, but the both of you were keeping a low profile because your children weren't ready for new faces in their lives.

What about the five years between those two fools? How many lovers have there been? You have denied having any lovers, but I know you. When I stretched you out on a bed for the first time, I was the third guy who had nailed you in the last three weeks. And I had only known you for two days!

When you were in high school, you would spend your vacations in Mexico City. You bragged that you had a boyfriend here and a lover there. This continued for two years until a third guy--or was it a fourth or a fifth or a sixth--got you pregnant when you were 18 and you married him. You said that having sex with two guys at once was your fantasy. Was juggling two lovers from the age of 16 a prelude to the real thing?

Between your divorce and our marriage--a period of five years--you went on a sexual rampage that compensated for the wantonness you had missed in your late teenage and early twenty years raising two children as your marriage deteriorated and your clueless husband abandoned you for another woman.

How many lovers were there? Fifteen? Twenty? Thirty? You told me at the beginning of our courtship that you were out of control. If one lover wasn't unavailable--out of town, family compromises, work responsibilities--you would call someone else to service you. I can only imagine the number of names you had scribbled in your little black book within easy reaching distance for emergency calls.

For almost two decades, I have been unable to escape the mental anguish of you gratifying all these anonymous players. As much as I have tried to dismiss these affairs, I have been unsuccessful. Your lifestyle prior to our first meeting culminated in destroying our marriage. Seven years later we reconciled, but the two entanglements and the suspicions of other rendezvous during the interim are destroying us again.

I keep repeating the same line: You spent more than one year in a "romance" and never had sex! I shake my head trying to comprehend that you--a sex pot who has a long history of opening her legs at the drop of a hat--could possibly resist his advances on drunken outings, specially after you had described him as handsome.

Who is the stupid one? I ask myself. He, for staying with a woman who wouldn't have sex with him or me, for believing a woman who in my opinion could be described as a nymphomaniac relishing, as she told me on many occasions, getting it "harder, harder, harder!"

As I have in the past, I'm one angry outburst short of screaming at you the sole word you despise most as I prepare to leave your place and return to my solitary life: "Puta!"