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“Friendly banter between friendly people is the perfect aphrodisiac,” he said as he proposed two years ago at La Cherie.   

A line he used many times, but that was the first time he meant it.  

Today; partners, best friends, lovers are celebrating their second anniversary. He doesn’t like to call it that, but the vagina mandates the terminology. 

“Baby, remember what I said to you the day I got on my knee,” he asked. 

“Yeah, I’m glad it’s finally not the Pope.” (As the audience can see, she is a witty bat). 

“No seriously!” 

“I know, you said: friendly banter between friendly people is the perfect aphrodisiac.” She laughs and lifts her glass, “You know what I thought at that moment handsome….? Nursery rhymes are bullshit,” and takes a sip.    

He blushes.  

“Relax handsome, sometimes your “friendly banter” gets in the way of the aphrodisiac.”   

“I just want to love you.” 

“Have I ever complained?” she quizzically retorts.  

Taking out an IDG jewelry box from under the table he positions it between the pepper and the glassed pink rose, “I want to tap into you.” 

“What is this?” 

“Read it.”  

-GOD: FACE YOUR FEARS….- 

“Handsome, are you GOD?” 

He answers with a gaze.  

“Fears….Fears….I fears nothing but GOD. Now, you know me!” 

“Well, I feared my moment of truth,” he answers to commence the exercise.  

“What was that?” 

“To promise to spend the rest of my life with you,” he counters. 

She stares blankly. 

“And you?” 

“Handsome, I don’t want to play this game.” 

“What, you don’t like my gift?” 

“No, handsome it’s very intriguing….But I think some boxes shouldn’t be opened. The abyss is the best resting place for uncontrollable aspects of life.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Exactly what I said and meant.” 

“I don’t understand?” 

“Some things people just can’t understand and I truly can’t and don’t want to coherently explain.” 

“I want to understand.” 

She oxygenizes her red wine, “Handsome, people have demons and you have never experienced them….Can we let it go?” 

“My life wasn’t that easy.” 

“I know, but this is different.” 

“I don’t understand?” 

“Handsome, please let it alone?”  

“Tell me.” 

She stares into his eyes and his anticipation she can’t stand. 

“My mother never wanted me. I was alone, abused in every way you can imagine and my step-father was a sick individual. You still want to hear?” 

He nods in approval. 

“I was 15 when I left home. I was studying for an exam and my mother was making love to every man on the Vicodin ship. My door wasn’t locked and my step-father entered with this look in his eyes. I had a knife in my desk, but he knew where it was and beat me to it. He took the knife, pressed it to my throat, and took advantage of me. Well, I woke up and….Handsome; you know what my fear is?” 

Handsome cannot respond.  “Well, I have two. The first: one day meeting my child. The second: I don’t want to be buried alive, not breathing hurts.”   

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