Salute to my brave friend

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The sisterhood of 12-step is an instant love.  Bound by tears and hope and a great metamorphosis.  I love them all but one night a dark haired beauty caught me off guard.  She said something.  Then I said something and we realized we knew each other from what seems like another life-time...COLLEGE!

She was the little sister of my boyfriend's best friend.  A boyfriend I really liked. A boyfriend who'd asked me to marry him.  Why did I say "no"?   I joked that since I was at 12-step recovering from the trauma of a cheating spouse I may have made the wrong marital decision. ha ha

Turns out my friends story is parallel to mine. Her husband lies and cheats and visits the ever alluring darkness of the exotic Asian massage parlor.  Damn him for destroying a beautiful family!  She is sweet and young and has tiny little children that deserve more than they are getting.

But she is brave.

She has actually, physically done what I day-dream and night-dream about.

She is bold.

She has cojones.

There's no telling what kind of flesh-eating bacteria is lurking* as she wraps her hand in Kleenex, grabs hold of the door handle while crappy brass bells hanging on red string announce her arrival.  This girl, this little brave, bold girl with serious cojones has just burst onto the scene of the dank Paradise Massage brothel!

"I know what you do here.  Prostitution is illegal and you need to stop!  This is a DIRTY PLACE WHERE YOU SELL SEX AND TRAP LITTLE GIRLS INTO A LIFE OF WHORING!"

The little old Asian lady's crinkly flat eyes look up and from behind the glass says, "Ooooh, no miss.  You are confusssed.  We are not like that."

No doubt her accusations were heard by "johns" and girls alike.  The doors are cheap and thin.  The whole place is cheap and glows under yellowed lights.  It even smells like cheap sex.

Salute to my brave friend!

*On second thought, I know what kind of flesh-eating bacteria lurks in massage parlors...the kind that eats floppy wieners and turns them into unrecognizable nubs.  Was that bitter?  :)