title: Dancing With Hector: Letters From A Cracked Head
author: Bonnie Lee LaFlower
description: I am the elephant in the room. I am what is known in every family as the black sheep. Others would like to own this title, but it belongs to me. This is my story. This is a compilation of letters, poems, songs,and illustrations of all the things I needed to say but couldnt. I started writing this the first week I started my recovery. This story has become a therapeutic process for me in facing my demons and myself. It is about bad behavior and bad choices made. It is also a story of love, endurance, friendship,and new beginnings.
zlib_text: “I won’t go easy on you.” Truth. He couldn’t. Not if he was going to be rid of her. Maybe it was
  unfair of him to want her kicked out because he was attracted to her. Didn’t matter. She was rich.
  She’d get over it.
  “Go easy on me? Why, Agent Mean, I’d be disappointed if you did.”
  “All right. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
  “Oh. Okay.” Eyes gleaming, she lifted her tank and bra. “I’ve got thirty-six C’s.”
  The male trainees might have whistled, the females might have gasped. Hector couldn’t be sure
  because he lost focus of everything but those perfect breasts. Honest to God, his thoughts derailed, his
  nerve endings going white-hot throughout his body.
  Rose-colored nipples, beaded and ripe for sucking. She had no tan lines, was the same sweet cream
  and honey all over. And she was closing the distance between them, tempting him, daring him. Totally
  within reach.
  He flexed his fingers; he wanted to reach.
  She double tapped him in the mouth so hard he was spitting blood as he fell. Stars winked 