Now before I go on I want to say that I am not a stalker. I have never called my ex-girl friend much less driven by her house, gone through her trash, or made any other effort to gain information about her or control her. I did what I did because she had already been caught in a lie and my sexual health was at stake. Unlike Cheyenne I had not started another relationship, but when I did I certainly didn’t want to spread any STDs from Marl the maggot.

To my utter amazement, Cheyenne had not changed her password and I was able to get into her e-mail. I saw a recent e-mail to Marl and clicked on it. I felt incredibly guilty doing this but I wanted to know what was going on. The e-mail was a short response to an e-mail from Cheyenne that began, “I love going down on you!”

I laughed out loud. I had expected to find some casual clues and instead I found some of the most raunchy and vile e-mails imaginable. How could anyone be so irresponsible! They even stated in the e-mails, “I don’t think we should be using our school e-mail accounts for this.”

Several people I have told this story to are convinced that Cheyenne planned all of this: that she feared confrontation so instead she gave me her e-mail address and deliberately sent these over-the-top e-mails knowing that I would read them. I don’t personally buy this theory: I think Cheyenne is just that stupid.

On sorting through their exchange I found that Cheyenne had sent Marl pictures of herself at a lingerie party in college. She had sent me those same pictures when we had first starting dating years ago. I guess she’s proud of them for some reason. I still remember that maggot’s response to the picture, “H-I-Y-O!! Hot!!! This is good practice for your career at the strip-club!”

How lame and pathetic is that? If you’ve ever seen the movie Troy, there’s this seen where Orlando Bloom is getting the snot beat out of him by Helen’s husband. He yells up at Helen, “Is THIS what you left me for?!” Damn straight.

Worse, Marl seemed to actually get off on being a home-wrecker and made several comments on how excited he was that Cheyenne had left me. I also learned that after Marl bought me a lap-dance, he had advised Cheyenne to break up with me saying that “I wasn’t a good guy for her.” How twisted and diabolical is that? Ironically, he was probably right––I should never have dated Cheyenne.

I kept sorting through the e-mails until I found the answer to my question: do I need an AIDS test? It turned out that I did. During the two weeks while Cheyenne and I were broken up but still sleeping in the same bed (and having sex) Cheyenne had told me that she had an overnight shift doing volunteer work at the hospital. She did this often and so the story was plausible. I now know that she went to go fuck Marl. The next night was Valentine’s Day so Cheyenne said that she wanted to have unprotected sex.

End of Part 6. To be continued. Soon. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5