Nervous

“Oh, Jonquinette, I think I’ve heard quite enough. First, from you last night and this morning from Logan.” He took his seat belt off and finally cut the engine. “I went over to his place and confronted him after you told me all about it.”

“I told you all about it?”

He glimpsed at me with disdain. “Yes, after you told me all about it sometime between admitting that you were a whore and stating that you just wanted to fuck me and get it over with.”

I slid down farther in the seat and tried to mask my eyes with my right hand.

“Oh, that’s right,” Mason added. “You’re not just a whore. How did you put it? You’re not just a common whore, but you’re a major whore. Did I say it right?”

I shrugged. I hadn’t a clue what Jude had said.

“Respond to me, dammit,” Mason demanded. “You got into my car and said we needed to talk, so talk.”

I had absolutely nothing to lose so I decided to tell Mason the truth.

“What I’m about to say is going to sound crazy, probably because it is.”

“Everything you said last night was crazy.”

“Last night, I didn’t say anything.”

Mason pondered over my statement in silence.

“Mason, the person you spoke with last night wasn’t me.”

“That’s the most ridiculous pile of shit I’ve ever heard!”

“I’m very serious. I’m going to say what I have to say and then I’m going to leave you alone. I’m only confessing to all of this because I don’t want you to misconstrue my actual feelings or think you did something to make me act as I have.”

Mason sighed. “Okay, say your peace.”

“I’ve never been with a man before in my entire life. I’ve never had sex. Not with Logan or anyone else.”

He chuckled. “All right, whatever.”

“All these years, I knew something was wrong with me but I never wanted to face facts. They started when I was just a child.”

“What started?”

“The blackouts.”

&nbs

p; “Blackouts? You can’t be serious.”

“I’m dead serious. I have these episodes when I lose chunks of time—sometimes large ones but mostly smaller ones.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” he asked in dismay.

“I have a multiple personality disorder, Mason. Whatever transpired last night was between you and Jude, not you and me.”

“Jude?”

“Yes, that’s what she apparently calls herself.” I laughed nervously. “I’ve never met her but I heard it through the grapevine.”

“Hmph, well, I met her.”

I sat up in the car seat. “So you do believe me?”