This isn't any different from the last make up...or the one before...or the one before. If we deal with this the same way we've always dealt with it t...en how will this time be any different? I look at Steve's face and I feel a tugging at my heart. This isn't going to work. Steve backs me up until we fall onto our bed. The same bed we made love in for the first time. This is where our life began together. We fought on here. We laughed. We cried. We made love. We broke up….No, no, no! I shake my. Up by four am gone by five, and back home at seven pm. I was unemployed, and because I really couldn't pay anything, for staying there. I cleaned the house, mowed the lawn, cooked and did the laundry. No one asked me to do it. I just did it to show my appreciation.One day I was straightening out the garage, and I came across an old suitcase. When I went to move it. I noticed it had something in it. I opened it and found a porno cache of VHS tapes.Everyday after that I would get up early, get my. You aren’t ruining my trip because no one in your family every beat your blindingly white ass until it was a deep, hot red whenever you really deserved it. So get the fuck over yourself already. If I wasn’t wearing these goggles, no one would even know you were still all the way out here. You do know that your boyfriend doesn’t even give a shit about you. He left you to fend for yourself.”I didn’t wait for her to respond as I grabbed her hand so that my pinkie and ring finger were locked behind. Eventually she comes to the end. The whole back end of the alley is dark, completely cast in the shadows.“You must be Lorena,” a voice calls out from those shadows.“How ... how do you know who I am?” she asks, trying to keep the fright from her voice.“Were you not one of Santa’s little helpers once?” the voice asks.Lorena cannot believe what she just heard. The shock of it is written all over her face at the revelation. “How would you know that?” she asks.“Because I know the man,” the voice.