It never progressed beyond weakness in my left hand. But for those three years I lived with it, and I was pretty fearless about living. I wasn’t an ...sshole about it; at least once I got through all the normal phases. 1. Grief, 2. Denial, 3. Anger, (That would be the asshole phase), 4. Bargaining, (That would be with God, “I will be a good person and live a good life if….” and in my case, it worked!), 5. Depression (Another phase of asshole behavior), and 6. Acceptance, which is where I was at. 'ok' he said 'I just have the place we can go'I had never been with a taxi driver before, the cab drivers I have seen were always rough and ready types (Like this guy) but would never have the nerve to hit on them. We drove to this estate which was dark and quiet, it had several lock-ups in it, he stopped, got out the cab, opened up a garage door, got back into the cab, and closed over the garage door again. He then proceeded into the back of the black hackney cab to where I was sitting and sat. And it was that very act which she still planned to carry out with Midnight, if Nate would just leave her alone with her stallion."Ha! Well, if you haven't fucked with this horse, it's probably only because you haven't had enough time yet," Nate said, moving still closer to the girl.Suddenly, the stablehand reached down and gripped Micki painfully by the arm, hauling her up against his muscular body. She struggled in his grasp, then quickly realized that she was no match for his brute strength.. Luckily, he knew how to dance very well, sohe took hold of me and led me around the floor. His name was JeffBarnhill and his hand on my back felt quite nice and comforting. Theband was playing fairly slow tunes and I gradually noticed that Jeff washolding me closer and closer to himself. For whatever reason, I didn'tmind the closeness one bit. Eventually, Jeff put his arms around meandI wound up with both my arms around his neck. We were literallyplastered against one another and I started.