"No!" she snapped. "Because you told him and your buddies what a good f**k I am! You told them how I deep-throat you and that I take your c**k up the ass! You told them that I was a diagnosed f*****g nympho! That's why I was pissed at you!" She relaxed her fierce grip on the steering wheel, took a breath to calm down a bit, and added, "And he very skillfully used my anger to push my revenge buttons. He played me like a frigging violin." She looked over at him, and said, "I'm sorry, Tom, I really am, and it will never happen again, but at the time I thought you had it coming. I mean, how could you tell them about all our personal things? That I had to see a shrink when I was eighteen because I couldn't keep my fingers out of my cunt. What kind of blowjobs I give you? How often and which way
