Chapter 8: Therapy
Fernando’s Spa was a place where an everyday woman or friendly fag could feel like a noble queen. Although Fernando himself disliked me, and I abhorred him to his marrow, he did have a worthy establishment. His staff consisted of fifteen men and women: acupuncturist, herbal specialist, physical fitness trainer, dietician, two masseurs, an aromatherapy specialist, and others. The staff wore white from head to toe and barely spoke. Zen was unearthed in every corner and offered endless bliss. The reason I decided to take Liv up on her offer was simple: I did feel a little broken over the zoologist, and I knew that Fernando would ignore me, keeping his distance, since we shared a racy past.
Our history was ugly. Bottom line: we dated on and off throughout the last two year
