I can't say it was all that easy to do though. I hated lying to her. But I just put it in the vault as Jerry Seinfeld would say. Then a few days later... John and I were alone again in the living room sitting on the couch.“So we're alone now,” John said.“I noticed,” I replied in a tone.“Well, I'd be a bad sexual friend if I didn't ask what was wrong,” John said.Then I took a very deep breath.“Well I guess I'm just really feeling bad about lying to Jeanette. She thinks I'm dating some fake. In fact, those outcomes are so rare that the mind assumes (i.e.: believes) that they will never happen.Most of the time, these gross generalizations work. An individual can survive, or even thrive, based on them. Day in and day out, the strongly held generalizations run consistent with reality. The right decisions are made. The outcomes are as desired.Denial arises in situations when the mind has a strongly held belief that the world works in one way, and is faced with a rising reality that. With Amanda here I would have some company, and at the same time I’d be helping a down and out addict. Once she got a job I could also make a small income from rent. I set out the next morning and drove around the neighbourhood, looking for her. I found her sitting on a curb close to the local church, a worn duffel bag at her feet. I pulled up next to her and rolled down my window.“Hey, Amanda!” She looked up at me with a tear-stained face. I pitched my offer out of the car window: She had to. "She paused for a minute thinking, then said, "Oh sod it, I know what we'll do!"Chrissy now walked over to the bedside table, pulled open the drawer and reached in taking out of it her handcuffs. She swivled it on her finger looking at me with a sexy expression and said, "I thought I'll restrain you to the bed, that way I can have you right where I want you!" Before I could even agree, she had quickly jumped on top of me and as I willingly held my arms up to the headrest of the bed she cuffed.