For her friends she was a sweet beautiful girl, just above 5’ feet 3” inches, fair, hair falling on her shoulders and big telling eyes.But I knew ...er inner battles. I never fancied her sexually because first, she was a student, also a client, and of course, I am loyal to my girlfriend. After her school-farewell, she met me one last time thanking me for all the help. She asked me if we could be friends as she felt I made her life better.I politely declined as counselors are supposed to make. Or the air itself has taken on a thickness, a heaviness.So that there is not so much an active resistance as the shoving aside of an atmosphere become palpable, a new and difficult medium to move through.So that she wants nothing so much as to simply sit down.Or, better yet, lie down, close her eyes, and awaken anew, refreshed this time, this thick, unreal environment dissipated, itself a bad dream.Like—no!"She will not make much of it.Two nights in a row, two explicitly sexual dreams,. Her jewelry collection nearly tripled because of him and he loved to see her in sexy lingerie! Lois said she might need a bigger place just for the closet space! The best thing about Julian was he didn’t hand her any lines about a bad marriage or getting a divorce. She had something he wanted, and he had the same. It was her longest relationship, nearly six months. But, in all honesty, she was getting a bit tired of his cloying attention and his constant need to know where she was and who she. Right?" She hesitated to say.Gabriel grabbed her hand. Amber knelt down in front of him. Their eyes met. "You and I are more than friends, at least I hope you think so too."Amber held his hand squeezing it. "I was hoping you'd say that."Gabriel smiled begging for a kiss. Amber leaned close to him and planted a soft kiss on his lips. "Now, we can be more than friends as long as you don't mind having a boyfriend in a wheelchair."Amber laughed. "You've been hurt. Besides, even if you were.