And you're already starting to move on with Morton."She grabbed her friend's arm and pulled her into a doorway for a little privacy."Patty... I think ...hat Bobby is a great guy, and Morton is too. But... you don't need a guy to tell you you're wonderful, to be wonderful. And I'm not talking about being gay or bi-sexual or whatever. The same goes for being with girls. You should be happy with yourself when you're between relationships. You need to know you're pretty fucking cool, even if you. ) That cruel distemper which had proved so fatal to them, had indeed seized me, but with such mild and favourable symptoms, that I was presently out of danger, and, what I then did not know the value of, was entirely unmark'd. I skip over here, an account of the natural grief and affliction, which I felt on this melancholy occasion. A little time, and the giddiness of that age, dissipated too soon my reflections on that irreparable loss; but nothing contributed more to reconcile me to it, than the. I think I was becoming a voyeur.As usual, I pulled into my driveway around 5:00 pm. I took a shower before the three of us sat down and had dinner. Doris asked how my trip went. I told her it seems longer every time and I couldn’t wait to relax and chill out in my man cave later. We talked about the events at home during my absence while on the road. Karen didn’t have much to say other than she made the zucchini and hoped I enjoyed it. After we finished dinner, Doris told me to go relax.. Cransen. I just couldn't involve them.That evening, at tea, Lisa asked if I was alright. I replied, "Yes, I'mfine." I hated lying to her, but I was lost.The next day, Lisa wanted for us to go clothes shopping. "I want to getyou some funky new outfits. You can dress like a dancer all the time! Ithink you will look marvelous by the time we're done!" she exclaimed."No, I can't come. I have other stuff to do today," I said.Lisa seemed hurt, and said, "Can I help? I want to help you. Tell mewhat is.