an end to lying?

Lisa started to get nervous again as she waited. She heard some shuffling coming from inside. She could see some light coming through the peephole, but then it darkened. Someone was looking through-at her. She smiled, putting on a happy face, but then she thought that "Shannon" or whoever she was now would know what she had been up to before coming over, namely getting especially well fucked by Jack. She didn't want to give her the satisfaction of a smile. There was a scratching noise and then the door swung open.
It was-herself or himself. James that is. He looked slightly surprised to see her. "hi." he said.
Lisa frowned. She wasn't sure who was behind the face. Odds were that the original Lisa had switched with the "real Shannon" before she had played her little trick. Her wonderful, delightful, sensual-mean, vicious, and cruel trick. Was this the original Lisa or the original Shannon? Could it be someone else entirely she wondered. Lisa panicked. How should I play this? She wondered. Lisa relaxed, no matter who it was they had to know about the medallion if they were wearing "his" face then they had already had at least one encounter with it.
"I figured the time was up." Lisa said.
The faux James looked briefly puzzled and then his faced cleared. "You're probably right." He stepped back and waved at her, "won't you come in?"
Lisa pursed her lips. She was a little put out by the implied possessiveness of "James" life, but then it occurred to that the more possessive "he" was of James' life then the freer "Lisa's" life was. She liked that idea. She stepped through the door and walked passed new James. She heard the door close behind her, but she didn't stop to look. She kept walking toward the kitchen. She cocked her head and called over her shoulder, "I'm getting a drink." She paused for a second, "you want something?"
She pulled the freezer open and reached into the corner grabbing the Stolichnaya bottle. The vodka bottle was frosted and stuck to her hand. She pulled two glasses out of the cabinet and changing her mind put one back. She poored two fingers of vodka in the glass. She set the bottle down and drank the glassful in one gulp. She coughed once and rinsed the glass out. She refilled it with water and drank that down repeating twice more.
Shit she thought I wonder if my tolerance has changed? Fuck it! She turned around and saw that James was standing at the doorway. He was smirking. He was fucking smirking. Her rage came boiling back up. It was all she could do to keep her face clear.
James looked at her funny. She hadn't quite managed to control her expression. She was hoping that the grimace seemed like discomfort rather than the bitter cauldron of rage that was churning her stomach. Good to know, vodka and rage are not friends and do not play well together in the stomach, she thought.
The silenced stretched out. She didn't know what to say. Her focus had wondered off and she looked up at James. He was looking at her chest. She had been regretting not wearing a bra, but this was an upside. Her "girls" would probably provide enough of a distraction to counterbalance the vodka.
"So how did you spend your day?" she asked.
He glanced up at her face and back down at her chest, "It was pretty uneventful." He said, his eyes came back up, "I stayed 'home' for the most part." He shrugged, "I went to the movies and got some drinks at the bar."
Lisa cocked her head, so either it wasn't "Shannon" or the lying was still continuing. She had an evil thought and smiled, "so you didn't get lucky?" James was startled by the question and his eyes lifted from her chest to her face.
"wha-what do you mean?" he asked.
Lisa smile devolved into a mocking smirk. "Oh you know exactly what I mean." She laughed. It was the kind of laugh that sapped a man's confidence and left him confused. "Did you get some pussy?" Lisa stopped talking and stared at James. She didn't blink, even when her eyes started to itch. He dropped his gaze first. "After all," she continued. "You were about to have sex yesterday when I interrupted you." 'James' reacted to that. Bingo! She thought. It is the original Lisa. A nagging paranoia said that it could be someone else that was familiar with the story, but that didn't present as a powerful enough focus for her anger so she stayed with the former Lisa.
James was clearly confused. He didn't quite know what was happening, but things weren't going as he expected. His eyes returned to Lisa's. Now it was a full blown dominance reflex. Lisa couldn't help but smile as she inhaled lifting her breasts and straining her shirt. James eyes flicked down automatically, which lost him the staring contest. God men are so easy to manipulate she thought. That sobered her and calmed her anger, slightly. I am doing exactly what I got mad at the other Lisa for? She wondered. No! She spent a day manipulating my emotions and testing the limits of my ego. I used my tits to win a staring contest. She felt better, but it was a potent reminder about how easy it was to mess with people. And how dehumanizing it could become. She still felt guilt and decided that she had had enough of manipulation and mind games. It was time for the direction approach.
"I did." She said. James gapped at that, but there was a theatrical quality to it. His mouth opened, but his eyes didn't bulge. It was the look you used to pretend to be surprised. He did know. And in that moment all of her concerns about being mocked and silently judged came roaring back. It poisoned the memory of Jack inside her that she was reliving. Suddenly Lisa was fully angry again. One way or another she was done being manipulated. "I got drunk last night." Her voice was harsh, more like an accusation than an anecdote. "Jack made a move. Given how things were between you I can't imagine, he thought it would work" she took a breath, "but it did." Her voice had softened and now she was barely above a whisper. Her vision swam and she blinked. She felt the tears rush down her face, but she couldn't stop now. She had to get the words out. "It was the best sex I had ever had.-until today." She was quietly sobbing now, but still managed to talk, "when 'Shannon' came over this morning I was about to have him bend me over the kitchen table. I couldn't help myself. " Lisa thought that revelation would be embarrassing, but it was liberating. Her tears slowed along with her breathing and she continued, "All day. I didn't know what to do. I got drunk again and-I suppose you could say I surrendered." She laughed quickly, "I decided to 'be' Lisa rather than James." She looked at James and could parse the emotions playing across his face. "Just now we-fucked again. I was sober. I felt at peace. I love him." James' mouth was open again he was at a loss for words
"Lisa-" he began. There was something important in that name, in his using it rather. There was a change in the energy of the room as he conceded her right to answer to that name, but she cut him off before he could continue.
"I was happy until I realized what you had done." Her voice was calm again. The emotions had burned themselves out and she felt numb, but anything could set off another rage or crying spell. "Just tell me why? Why did you mess with me like this? I thought we were friends."
James stiffened as this last comment went home. "alright." He said, "You deserve the truth." He took a deep breath and let it out, "so here it goes."