Love Conquers All
By: Sailor SwiftHeart
Rated: PG

*Chapter Two:  Tell It Like It Is*

	One morning when Ken called Lita again, he noticed how much of a beautiful
day it was outside.  Once he hears Lita's voice, it was sweet music to
ears.  They talked for quite a long time.  Lita gave Ken the confidence he
needed to be open and honest with her and himself.  Ken felt like he could
tell her anything.  Lita asked Ken to describe his future for her.
	"I have always pictured myself as an active family man,"  Ken said,  "I
guess that was just a pretty picture after all."  He sighed.
	"You know that's not true.  You're still young, Ken!"  Lita said,  "What's
stopping you?"  Ken was speechless.
	"You know something?  I think you're right.  I have all the time in the
world.  Nothing's standing in my way!"  Ken said,  "In fact, I'm going to
start today.  Would you like to join me?"
	"Well... I don't know...."  Lita said.
	"Please?  We could go to a park and go for a walk.  You have to come.  If
it wasn't for you, I'd never be where I am today."  Ken declared,  "Please?"
	"Okay, I'll come."  Lita finally agreed.  They both decided on a place to
meet and hung up the phone.  Ken was going to meet Lita at a park near his
house.  This was the first time they would be face to face with each other.
They had to describe themselves over the phone so they would be able to
recognize each other. 
	Ken arrived at the park earlier than their arranged time.  He sat on the
bench, eyeing all the people out.  So far, no one fitting Lita's
description was there.  He sat back and relaxed.  The sun was shining
brightly.  It truly was a gorgeous day.  Ken realized that he hadn't been
outside for ages.  He took a few sobering, deep breaths.  He felt them
cleanse him.  
	He waited a while longer for Lita to arrive.  She went up to Ken and knew
right away that it was him.
	"Ken?"  she asked, when she approached him.
	"Yes.  Lita?"  Ken asked.
	"Hi!"  Lita said.  They both studied one another for a brief moment.
	"You never told me you were so pretty!" Ken exclaimed.  Lita blushed.
"Well, let's get going."
	"Okay, sounds good to me!"  Lita said.  Ken got up from the bench and they
started walking.  They talked for what seemed like hours.  They talked
about anything and everything.  Ken couldn't help feeling a certain bond or
connection with Lita.  Hearing her voice over the phone was wonderful, but
seeing her in person was heaven.  What Ken didn't know was that Lita felt
the same way.  She was starting to really care for Ken.  She was always
told never to get involved with her patients, but Ken was different.  Lita
knew automatically from the start that Ken was different and special.  They
ended up walking and talking for two hours.  They walked up to a cafe on
the side of the road.
	"May I buy you a drink?"  Ken asked his new companion.
	"Okay, sure."  Lita said.  They walked over, entered the cafe and seated
themslves down.  They ordered two Pepsies.
	"Lita?"  Ken asked.
	"Yes?"  Lita answered.
	"Thank you!"  Ken declared.  
	"For what?"  Lita asked, puzzled.
	"For what?!  For helping me through one of the most difficult times in my
life.  You have given me so much.  I'll be forever grateful!"  Ken said,
"You are truly an inspiration."  He leaned over and ligtly kissed Lita's
cheek.  They walked back to the park after finishing their drinks and Ken
walked Lita to her car.
	"Call me soon, Ken."  Lita said.
	"You can count on it!"  Ken expressed.  They said goodbye and Lita drove
off.  They'd spent one hell of a day together.  Once at home, Ken realized
just how much fun he'd had.  He never felt more alive and healthy.  He felt
as if he had been reborn.

***

	Cheryl didn't come home until late in the evening.  This time, she wasn't
high on anything.  Ken soon learned why.  Cheryl was broke.  The banks were
closed.  She needed money, so she could get high.  Ken was NOT going to
give her a penny, no matter how much she begged.
	"Oh please, Ken!"  Cheryl said,  "I need a drag to make me feel better.
That's the only thing that works.  I'm just a little short on cash, that's
all.  Please?"  Cheryl asked Ken, with pleading eyes.
	"Oh come off it, Cheryl, I'm not giving you a cent!  Why should I?  So you
can blow my hard earned money on dope?  I don't think so!"  Ken yelled,
"Don't think I'm not onto you.  I know what you're up to.  I'm sick and
tired of you using me for my money.  Why don't you grow up for a change?
I'm sick of having a druggie as my wife!  Grow the hell up!"
	Cheryl was so shocked at what Ken said that she was speechless.  She spat
in Ken's face and stormed out of the house.  Ken didn't care.  It was about
time someone told her the truth.  He felt like he had accomplished
something by finally letting Cheryl know how he felt.  At least Cheryl knew
where Ken now stood.  
	He watched a bit of television before going to bed.  He wasn't sure if
Cheryl was going to come home that night.  Ken was still concerned about
her, even though Cheryl was a bitch.  She finally found her way home late
in the evening.  Ken's mind was put to rest.  He felt better knowing that
Cheryl was at home, safe in bed, instead of at some sleazy bar.  Although
Ken felt no real love for Cheryl, his big heart still cared for her.  But
that was all he felt.  Nothing more.  How could he make love when there was
no love there to begin with?  Ken thought of Cheryl as nothing more than a
pathetic person, in need of a lot of help.  In a way, Ken felt obligated to
do something.
	"Cheryl, are you awake?"  Ken asked.
	"Yea.  What do you want?"  Cheryl asked, annoyed.
	"I was wondering if you have ever considered getting some help for your
drinking problem?  There's this number I have--"
	"WHAT?"  Cheryl interrupted,  "I don't have a drinking problem!  Stop
talking nonsense!"
	"It's not nonsense, Cheryl.  I can smell the alcohol on your breath.  You
reak of booze.  The first part of recovery is admitting your problem.
That's what I learned from Lita."  Ken said.
	"Who the HELL is LITA???"  Cheryl asked, mimicking Ken.  Ken just realized
that Cheryl had no clue that he had been getting help from Lita over the
phone.
	"Lita is my friend.  She has been helping me through some problems I have.
 She really helps!"  Ken said.
	"So how many times have you slept with her?"  Cheryl screamed,  "I thought
you were commited to our marriage!  And in the meantime, you've been
sleeping around!  I guess one of us takes this marriage more seriously than
the other."  Cheryl smirked.
	"What marriage, Cheryl?  I wouldn't exactly call this a marriage.  There
is no love or commitment.  We are supposed to love, honour and cherish one
another.  Call me blind, but I don't exactly see any of that gong on.  Face
it, Cheryl, our marriage is a farce."  Ken said as gently as he could.
	"Well, two can play at this game!"  Cheryl retorted,  "If you can get away
with screwing around, so can I!"
	Cheryl got dressed and stormed out of the room.  Ken heard the front door
slam and the car pull out of the driveway.  Ken rolled over and punched his
pillow.  "Damn her!"  he cursed.  He could never win.  Everything Ken said,
Cheryl had to twist it to her advantage.  She was then able to throw it
back into Ken's face when they fought.  Now she had run off somewhere to
get revenge.

***
Coming soon!  Part Three
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