’ He watched her eyes dart from the yard to the notebook and back. ‘I spend every minute I can out there — weeding mostly.’ She asked, ‘Do y...u like gardening, Sam?’ For some reason, he lied. ‘No, not really. I have allergies.’ He watched as a cloud of confusion darkened her face, and he felt mean for blowing smoke. ‘Well, maybe I should take the flowers off the kitchen table while we eat.’ ‘No, don’t do that. They’re beautiful. I’m not sensitive to flowers, mostly it’s molds and dusts.’ When. Vivek has gone to Australia to live with their daughter for 6 months and asked if I could cook dinner for him every night. I agreed to bring him food everyday. He opposed and said it’s better if I went there to their apartment and cooked. He said that he’ll buy the groceries and i just have to cook. It seemed fair and we finally agreed that I would make both dinner and breakfast for the next day. First day was normal. I cooked. He helped me. And we chatted a while. He asked me to come in the. The girls tells him " ur mine, u know that? " the guy wants to resist her and say no but can't think straight, he remains silent. "it's ok" she says "I won't misuse u" "Ur gonna make a big mess in your shorts in a second aren't u?" "Don't" the guy says, "don't wat?" tha girl say. "stop, enuff" the guy says, gaining bak his composure "Ooo I like it wen u talk to me like that" she says, "but ur mine and ur not allowed to tell me no unless I want u to" and she bites his neck hard! he. Heart a hug. "You're welcome, but we're not quite done." Ms. Heart said as she had me sit down again. She took out her brush and began combing my hair. "You have beautiful hair." It took her about twenty minutes to finish. "Take a good look." She walked me over to my closet, which had a full length mirror on the door. "Amazing." I looked at my hair, which was parted down the middle. The ends were curled towards my face. "One more thing and you're ready." Ms. Heart said as she handed me a pair.