She had to strain on her toes to kiss me on the cheek, and I felt a stirring as she did. God, I'm turning lame, I thought. Justin drove us through the streets as we chatted about nothing important and then she leaned forward. There's a rose on her fucking breast, I thought. And then I realized she noticed that I saw. And she smiled. Fuck, caught, I thought. Justin dropped us at my apartment and I led her into the building, giving Ken a look out of the corner of my eye and a shake of my head. And then I noticed Bonds sitting in the lobby. Inwardly I sighed in frustration. "Terry, what's up?" I gestured to Chyna "This is...:" "I remember her, " he broke in "she was with that other one who beat her..."customer...with a steak mallet." "Her name is Chyna" I grunted. "What do you need?" Inwardly I began to think the Gods wanted to make sure I wasn't getting laid. I was wrong. Bonds looked at me and said "My apartment is being overrun by family. I need to get away. Can I use your spare. That kernel signaled my brain that I was getting better. I focused on that. I let that grow like a seed. The every cheery sun was a constant nudge to feel like in a Bacardi commercial. There was a life lesson in that cove. Deep acceptance sets us free. Lots of travelers in Central America had told me of ungodly ordeals. Yet, acceptance, learning to be capable of such deep acceptance, had opened up a deeper happiness in their life. Feeling the acceptance of my physical ordeal in the cave made me wonder if I should accept my lover with her disease. The answer of my therapist was clear no. The disease was very stubborn to improvement. People had to seek out therapy themselves. After that suicide attempt, she had been in mandatory counseling. None of the therapists could work with her. The head of the institute talked with her a few times and finally released her. When I told her that I was seeing a therapist myself, she looked at me very worried. She was very focused on finding out all.
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