Several long minutes pass, and I feel I must break the silence.“He’s nice.” There’s an awkward pause as she nods, not daring to speak. “But...jeez, I don’t know how you didn’t expect me to judge you. Have you seen the state of your house?”She looks shocked and I giggle. She joins me and the tension is broken.She tentatively pulls back the covers and motions for me to get in. Grinning, I climb under the duvet and snuggle closer to her body. She winces as I brush against her bandage and I look. On top of that, he has a great sense of humor and he's always genuinely interested in all the bullshit I tell him. I sometimes just go on and on about work, private life, Netflix shows, etc and he just listens, actively joins in and laughs with the things I say to him. Weeks go by and our work outs have become a routine. I can't wait to see him and I'm always "happier" on days we work out together. Lately I even caught myself having fantasies about suddenly kissing him or him touching me. Jesse had taken it to a friend’s paint shop to get an estimate since the first one we got was almost $4000. There was no way I could come up with that amount any time soon so it was nice of Jesse to take the time to help me get a better deal. Jesse gave me the next two weeks off to train for my fight and he promised to attend. I headed over to Smitty’s and he was happy to hear I had the extra time to train and pushed me harder than ever. By Thursday I was completely worn down but the extra. "My clothes are un-wearable," Liv laughed, still naked, her old brown suitcase, ruined and full of mud. Hearing herself say it out loud suddenly struck her as funny. "Well," she said, "I've been as nature or as God intended all weekend, so," she shrugged. "groovy.”oOoBy Monday morning, the crowds thinned out, and Jimi Hendrix played an incredible rendition of The Star Spangled Banner. Even though the sky was still gray, the stage was on fire. Once the sun came out, It turned out to be the most.