So there are like three messages on my machine from Don’t Answer Girl last night. On the last one it sounds like she’s crying, so I call her back. For half of my drive home, I listen to her crying about how she misses me and can’t stop thinking about me.

All I can think about is how a guilty I feel for all the women I’ve hurt.

I pick her up and I hardly speak to her.

We have sex. Afterward we’re eating and she can’t help but comment on the fact that it took me longer to make her come than usual, and I didn’t even come at all.

I say, “Maybe the spell is wearing off. Maybe soon we’ll be free from each other.”

She says, “Yeah… after three and a half years of agony, maybe it’s finally over.”