"What are you doing here?"
Christina excitement can not be contained as she jumped over the counter ticket LAX and hugged me with delirious mixture of surprise and hidden expectations.
She was still on duty, but to call her friend in the back office quickly rectify it.
I was only 3 hour layover, but after a few minutes we were at the local Denny's with two 7am Slam events are delivered to our booth.
Christine still wore her stunning two-piece baby blue uniform with flowing hair airlines in sexy retro-style bun.
Our meeting was just a happy blur for me because it was always nice to be in the company of a beautiful woman ..
Especially one who was so attentive to my every word.
I think the reason why Christina has always been a paradox.
Because at some point it was explosive package marked with a dark sensuality look that could kill.
And the next time it could surpass the sweetness of maple syrup, which slowly worked its way down her newly butter pancakes.
Halfway through our exercise in general gluttony eyes took a serious tone.
"Hey, I should tell you something."
My posture straightened, as I gave the "all clear" signal to the person that she needed to see to begin her last confession.
"I met a strange crowd, and I do not know why"
"How strange?" I asked.
"Well, I do not know how to say it ..." She hesitated for a moment and looked at the traffic outside our window.
"... But I was hanging out with a group that likes to be tied up and beaten black and blue with horse whips in a great little secret heart of the club."
Part of me wanted to get my lower jaw due to gravity on the table, while others simply keep a stone face and remained silent.
"His form of the game I tried several times, and for some weird reason I really like it because it gives me a big release."
In the back of my head the phrase "Be careful what you wish for" floating on the surface, I was not sure what to make of this latest bit of "honesty."
On the one hand, openness has always been appreciated by Christina .. but on the other hand .. well just what the hell does that mean?
The passive side of our relationship began to kick again, I realized that I was going to continue its role as a silent sentinel to the unknown path of the soul of young woman ...
The path, which is increasingly headed for the dark side of the moon.
I'm worried about, at last, started to show.
"Seriously, Chris, what happens to you, girl?"
She pulled out her favorite pack of menthol Slims, caused one took longer reflects the resistance, and gently breathed out from the far corner of the mouth opposite to me.
"I really do not know .. I just know that I'm starting to love this type of pain, because my life has always been so frustrating, and it let me get it all."
"Are you dating anyone right now?" I asked.
"You know, it's funny .. I live in Los Angeles for more than a year, and I get hit at all times. And many of these guys are really nice and well, but I just do not see the point .. I really do not give them closer, as I am with you. "
Just as the warmth of her reward was to touch me .. she continued.
"But again, the person I like most right now, the guy who runs this club and he is the one who contacts me. He was very sweet to me when he makes the knots and he always asked my permission, but when he gets into the character he is completely everything, and shouting "You dirty bitch!" and then just sticks hell out of me. "
Words by Christina shock wave, which was always to be etched in my memory, but somehow my response to it is still an even keel.
"Chris does not make any sense .. why are you in it?"
She took another slow drag on her misty menthol.
"I know it sounds weird .. but when I whipped it makes me feel like I'm actually the one who controls the ..."
"... I'm getting real tempered and confrontational in my mind, and I think .. oh yeah that's all you can do!! I'm harder than you .."
Tear began to well in her eyes ..
"I think I get it from her mother." She added quietly.
"How?" I asked.
I could not finish eating and just sitting on the edge of my seat instead.
"My mother was pretty hard core feminist in the 70s .. and I never knew my dad was growing up, because my mother was basically chased him away and kept it with me. It was not until much later that I connected with him and learned that he was a really nice guy ... "
"But all my life, my mother screaming at me .."
Christina you should never trust a man!
Can you hear me? You should never depend on anyone! "
They will betray and hurt you!
You must be a strong, independent and always in control!
I remember how I felt helpless watching the old ghost from the past Christina goes forward, to torment her, as she sat in front of me.
I recall being taken back to the painful sufferings in her words and poison, which turned the face of Christina when she mimicked her mother's punishment indoctrinations.
My friend Christine was immersed in the middle of a single struggle for its identity.
A struggle which was waged mercilessly on the one hand, the masculine force of power and control ..
.. and the only thing against it ..
was vulnerable lady has been lost in the woods.
(End of part 2)
