On page 424 there’s a footnote saying I took a photo of the little stack of tiles Barry used to hop my fence to get to my house to fuck Lisa without snagging is scrotum. I said the photo was archived on my website.

Okay. Where’s the photo?

I don’t have it and here’s why:

When in late April (2006) — having finished the book — I returned to Montauk from the Caribbean island I entered my rental house and found that a stack of backup CDs was missing from my desk, from the cubbyhole where I’d put it in December. (I had made a quick trip to Montauk in December then returned to the island.)

Aside from the files to my book, one of the CDs had on it the photo of Barry’s little stairway, the only surviving version of it; my laptop with the original from the camera had recently crashed.

My neighbor told me Lisa had been to my house a couple weeks before my return – in mid-April.

There was a note from Lisa on my backdoor saying she’d come to get her Bose stereo, which was in my bedroom.

No one comes to my backdoor when they visit. For various reasons (like where the backdoor is) it just isn’t done.

Why did Lisa leave the note on my backdoor?

Because my desk is in plain view from the front door, right through the door window. It’s like two feet from the door. The CD cubbyhole likewise is in plain view.

Also right next to the front door is a window into the house. It was unlocked.

Lisa had crawled through the window and stolen my CDs to read what I had written since she stole the CDs from my Pavones house in September. As an added plus, she now had the only version of the photo of Barry’s stairway.

She had left the note on the backdoor to give the impression that she hadn’t been in a position to see the CDs, let alone steal them, or been in close proximity to an easy way to get into the house.

Why did she leave a note at all? Possibly because she knew the neighbor had seen her, but more than that it was a classic example of Lisa “salting the mine”: own up to a tiny bit of truth, leaving out the horrendous rest of it. (She had been to my house but for an innocent reason.)

Leaving the note on the backdoor was the giveaway, though. Bad PM, Lisa.

Also a giveaway: Someone had stolen my CDs: Who else but Lisa? Not too many burglars would enter a house and steal some CDs and nothing else.

Some perspective on this incident:

Soon after my return I was talking to a Montauk friend, someone who knows Lisa (and her ex) well. I’ll refer to him as a Mutual Friend, since he knows all of us so well. I told him the story of the stolen CDs, how Lisa had done the same thing back in September; entered my house and stolen backups of my book. Mutual Friend shook his head and said he had a story for me. Here it is:

New Year’s Eve, 2001 (right: another New Year’s Eve Lisa-story). Lisa, Mutual Friend and Lisa’s ex are at a local bar partying. Lisa, a bit drunk, excuses herself and makes a call to Mutual Friend’s home landline. Leaves a message on his machine about how much fun they’re having and “Happy New Year!” and so forth. She doesn’t tell Mutual Friend about the call.

Mutual Friend returns home, listens to the message, grins, goes to sleep. It’s a funny message so Mutual Friend saves it on his machine. He has a dozen messages archived, for whatever reason, usually because they’re amusing.

Six months later, summer now, and Lisa is at Mutual Friend’s house. Mutual Friend recalls the New Year’s Eve message and plays it, for laughs. Lisa doesn’t laugh. For whatever reason, she’s uptight about it. Asks Mutual Friend to erase it. Mutual Friend likes the message, it’s funny, won’t erase it. No big deal. He leaves it on the machine with the dozen or so others he’s saved over the years.

A week or so later, Mutual Friend comes home to find all the archived messages erased. At first confusion. Then it hits him: Lisa fairly often visits his house and has come right in if he’s not there and has a reason to enter; leave a book for Mutual Friend, say. Mutual Friend, like most Montaukers, leaves his house unlocked.

Lisa had erased his archived messages to erase the message she left on New Year’s Eve, and that she’d asked him to erase.

I asked Mutual Friend if he was sure she did it. “Oh yes,” Mutual Friend said. “It took me about one minute to put two and two together.” Mutual Friend has had his answering machine for a decade and never before or since have archived messages disappeared. It’s been through power outages, all that, and it’s never happened. He still has the machine and it’s never happened again. “It was just faster and easier to erase all of them,” Mutual Friend told me.

So now Lisa’s having broken into my Montauk house to steal my backup CDs sounds familiar in several ways:

She had entered my house without permission at Pavones in September (not only without permission but after being told not to enter my house).

She had stolen my backup CDs then too.

She had erased a tape before: The Holiday Inn tape.

Now we find that she’d entered Mutual Friend’s house and erased a tape.

Anyway: That’s why I don’t have the photo of Barry’s little stairway.

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Hold on. Good news!

Now, in late October (having written the above several weeks ago), I was futzing with my little digital camera and guess what. The photos I took of Barry’s little stairway were still in the camera. I had assumed I’d erased them; it seemed so unlikely that they’d still be in there after all this time (well over a year).

I decided to leave the above as is, not only to demonstrate the relentless of Lisa’s continuing behavior, but what I’ve gone through in uncovering and proving it.

Here it is: 

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More stuff:

As relayed to me by Mutual Friend: Once Mutual Friend and Lisa were talking about plans for the future. This was around the time Lisa lost her PR job and her relationship with her ex had been deteriorating. (She and I had not yet started up.) Lisa said she was thinking of doing some traveling. Then she said this:

“I think maybe I’ll fuck my way around the world.”

“Female baboons copulate with all the males of her troop…”

Another classic Lisa-blurt, no?

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More according to Mutual Friend: In the summer of 2003, after Lisa came to live with me and when Lisa and I were together on a Montauk visit, Lisa and Mutual Friend were talking about me and Lisa told him I was by far the best fuck she’d ever had.

Lisa went on and on about this, Mutual Friend told me.

But my point being: Lisa’s refusal to tell me that I was her best fuck is a classic example of her need to dominate in relationships; this in fact is her bottom line need, the game played by all sociopaths.

To admit that I was the best would, in her mind, be counterproductive in that need, since it would make me feel sexually “secure.” This was her balancing act: Gaslight me into believing she was faithful – it’s us against the world, I’ve ruined her for other men, and on and on – while at the same time make me worry about my manhood. And she was successful. Was she ever.

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As of the summer of 2004 – after the string of incidents such as the Holiday Inn tape erasure — Mutual Friend was one of many Lisa would gaslight about me. “She told me you were ‘delusional,’ ‘paranoid,’ and flat out ‘crazy’ in your suspicions about her fucking around,” Mutual Friend told me.

This is slander, since it’s a lie. (Yes, I may have been “crazy,” but it wasn’t because of any delusions or paranoia.) My book is my answer to Lisa’s slander. Plus this website.

Mutual Friend was one of the people to whom Lisa gave Part One of my book, the Part where, at the end, I come to the conclusion that Lisa is at heart “a good and honest person.”

Mutual Friend asked her if she was okay with the intimate revelations about our sex life. Mutual Friend told me she had laughed at the question and said, “Sure.”

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One more thing in area of “relentless”: When Lisa came to my house and broke in and stole the CDs, her ex boyfriend was with her.

 Lisa had been working overtime on him, it appears. Her domination of him had been severely weakened. His emails to me exposing her lies – a sort of tenuous bonding of the two of us – must have outraged her.

So she came back to Montauk and dangled in front of him some Lisa-pussy, or at least the possibility of some.

Having him accompany her on her breaking and entering of my house was a major victory for her (she said in her note that he was with her, just to make sure I knew).

I’m hoping he’ll read my book, visit this site for the various proofs of her total betrayal of him as well as me (not that he should need more proofs), and then maybe smarten up (as it took me so long to do).

I harbor no ill will towards him, even with his collusion in the B & E. I can identify with the state of denial he’s been living under.