"I'm sorry!" he blurted again. He looked anguished. "I always say the wrong thing when I'm around a woman I really like."Lynne stood there, looking at...him for a few seconds."How can you really like me?" she asked pointedly. "You only met me a couple of hours ago."He looked confused at first, and then thoughtful. He actually took the question seriously."Well ... you're smart. You really are doing most of the right things in managing your orchard, at least according to what I've learned so far in. It wasn't until then that my mouth ached. He unstrapped me and assisted me out of the padded chair. It was now that I felt my bottom again and grimaced.He brought me to the bathroom and sat me down on the toilet seat much to my discomfort. He stood there like he was going to watch me pee which felt completely embarrassing. I wasn't thinking about how I had been naked in his house all week long. I had to go. I just needed to somehow relax.I closed my eyes and took deep breathes not only to focus. I paid attention, I really did. In my way of trying to understand it all, I reduced it to mean jumbled reflexes with no feedback mechanism, where an irritation below the point of spinal damage could trigger a nervous response that the brain couldn’t control. Amelia would have no control if something went wrong? Life threatening? Fuck that. Driving back home, she was quiet. ‘Did you know about the autonomic dysreflexia thing?’ I asked, worried about her response. ‘Yes. It’s something they told. We stood there looking at each other for a while. I was determined not to speak because I knew I'd say something weak— say I was sorry or something. The note on the table said I still loved her, what happened next was up to her.She kept looking at me, wiping tears and scanning my face as though I was a stranger that she ought to recognise but couldn't quite place. It felt like forever before her breathing had calmed enough to speak."God, I've underestimated you," she said eventually,.