"I need to get this done so I can take us to lunch." Fine, but this conversation isn't over," he said, turning his attention to the rest of what the q...estion was asking. "So what are the other types of happiness discussed here that he debates?" "I think he sees the value in a couple others, but he also sees the fault too," she said, scanning the pages, flipping back and forth. "People whose happiness comes from having control over every aspect of their lives feel secure and safe, but their. The bets, some of which seemed set up for him to lose, the grace period on her rent, his forgiving her inability to pay for her share of the utilities from time to time; it all made sense if it was driven by some sense of how he felt about her personally.But none of that solved her financial situation. She needed the money bad enough that she had considered getting a job at a strip club herself. It had been there in the back of her mind since Rochelle had confided in her some weeks ago. It went. Being 6 feet tall and very competitive she became captain of the team and an all area center. But lonely. No boy action. No homecoming dances, no proms, no making out with a boy in the backseat of the car at the drive in during a movie.He was the "All American Boy." Captain of the boys basketball team. Drop dead good looking. A date with a different cheerleader every weekend. They all fell at his feet. They all became his conquests. He was her crush. She wanted him and no other. But. I had never felt anything like the pleasure the two of them had just given me.I realized that John was right swinging was much more than just fucking each other or having sex. Perhaps it was the friendship and love I seemed to share with them or perhaps it all centered around John. I was unsure of why I had these feelings I only knew that I loved having them.Perhaps this devil had already taken our souls and mixed them together with a small piece of his then given them back to us. Because.