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MR. LION AND I -  PART 2 

Continuing on -

The next day I had to go to work at the dreaded awful excuse for a strip club . That I will not name names , but it was in Corpus Christi, and the quality of girls that kept trickling in like the acid water that drip by drip slowly and almost without notice at after the first couple of hours, was used to torture a man that was imprisoned back in medieval days. It would slowly eat away at his outer layers of epidermis, then threw each layer of bone as if chipping away at his every weakness until it completely overtook him and the lights went out . Well that's how this club was in my eyes, well at least its demise .. .It started off great , management was supportive and it was a very positive vibe threw out the whole club, making decent money I guess , for Corpus, and everyone having fun . But slowly and surely the acidic nature of these humans , these lost souls that had completely lost themselves in the “ Lifestyle” and no longer gave a shit about their fellow human and how their choices affected more than just them.  Ate away at that positivity , and the high end clients disappeared. The drugs were rampant , and I couldn't tell you how many times I would walk up to the DJ booth and see him manipulating these girls to let him do a certain powdery substance off an orifice.

I would just look , take note, look the girl in the eye so they knew I knew . And tell the DJ what I was up there to say ., And leave . No I never ever let any man so that to me in any club ever . I play by the books when it comes to the club. II’m not saying im perfect. no one is . But Ive had my experimental years and this is not one . 

Ok SOOOOO sorry about that long winded explanation . But I had to .

I went over to Mr. Lions after my last night at that club ever . And as I walked up to the detached garage , and of course the garage door open . I was surprised to see Mr. lion and his son the only occupants, and I could tell that I was interrupting a squarl between father and son .

So doing what I do best, becoming that nosy woman I can be  , interrupted the two before anything escalated I pushed out my hand directly towards the young ones noggin and  introduced myself to Mr. Lions son , lets call him Bam Bam. Well the second I shoot forward a strong unexpected handshake  Bam Bam took my hand and looked in those blue green eyes of his and the energy his hand  put off was so pure , so white , and incredible strong, within nanoseconds I  became like momma bear , and was instantly connected with this remarkable soul . He had been threw so much , yet he still had a innocence , a positivity , a hope about him. So with that epiphanic moment . I crouched down in between them both , And helped mediate Mr Lion with his cub . I was honest and harsh but would decode the words from Father to child with the best fluidity I could.

And when they both decided to stop this argument and no longer bicker like brother and just kinda stay pissy about the situation. I decided what we needed was another beach morning . So with fold arms and non moving mouths I got those to blonde haired handsome men into my car and off to the beach to make that surprise I so desperately needed .

But more importantly they needed it,

and most of all .

They needed each other .