I can't fall apart now. I've worked too hard to keep her."What's going on with you? Is- is it your mom?"And I laugh softly, because it's never been my...mom. That's sort of what she's known for – not being anything. And I wish I could tell her – tell her that I love her, and that it's killing me. But I'm scared. And I know, I'm Sam Puckett and I'm not afraid of anything! But I'm scared of this. So it's easier to just look away and pretend things are fine. It's only bravery if you're scared to do. ” Naturally, I did as directed. When I arrived at her door, I was driving my red and white 58 Edsel Convertible. I had decided that this date was the make-or-break date. She was driving me crazy with her teasing and flirting. I made sure to dress as kinky as I could. I chose my ultra tight fitting black leather Cod-Piece jeans, a black latex pull on Tee shirt top, my Marlon Brando style Harley Motorcycle jacket with studded shoulders and back, and custom made knee high lace up riding boots that. It's a break-up, you know." No." she winced, laying her head on his shoulder."I can't believe you still haven't found someone, you know." I have." She recognised that tone."Someone else, Marcus..." It's not likely, is it." You've got to try, you know... they don't drop into your lap. You've got to go out and find them, reel them in." I... that's not me. I can't force myself into someone else's life like that. I have enough trouble forcing me into mine..." She chuckled."What are we going to do?". Heather nodded her head and said in her usual haughty stern, ‘Do as I say,’ tone of voice, “Yes, I am well, thank you Kristina. But we do not have time to chat as you have lots to do today! Please do the upstairs first, hang up my dresses in the bedroom cupboard, and fold up and put away the other things. Put aside the things that need ironing so that you can do that later on. Make the bed with new bedding and brush and vacuum the floor. Clean the bathroom, and make sure that my shower and.