Justbecause I love you. Carla told me you called for lunch today and I wassorry that I missed you. I thought I'd do something nice. Why? Is somethingb...othering you Debbie?" I asked, knowing full well that something was mostdefinitely bothering her."Nothing. Nothing at all," she replied flatly and unconvincingly. "And whatdid you do for lunch today?" she questioned me.'What was this about?' I thought. 'She never gives me the third degree likethis.' Looking back on it, I probably should have just. The skirt was hung over a chair near to where mum was now standing. Itensed up in anticipation of the screaming and yelling that I wasexpecting. But mum just stood there. Why hadn't she started to yell at me?I had started to tear up as my head hung down. And as soon as mum saw themshe rushed over and gently touched my chin as she lifted my head up andsoftly said, "Honey, please don't cry. You're going to ruin your make up."I sensed that my mother had taken in the whole picture slowly as she. This is the 4th part of my adventure with my GFMe and my GF both entered car from the back door and lied down on the seat so that no one can make out. The stranger opened the car bonnet and stood there. The cyclist came and asked for some kind of support and he said no and let go the cyclist. As we both saw in the cyclist disappearing in darkness we took a sign of relief and came out of the car. It was now 4:30 AM and I told them to lets complete this asap as the morning sun is going to rise.. “It was more of a keyring than a car.”“How dare you!” screams Mitzi.The man sighs and starts dialling.“Please don’t,” I say. “There must be something we can do for you.”He looks at me, then back at his phone.“I don’t like trannies,” he says.“Why?” I say, although without my usual fire.“You can punch Kelly in the face!” Mitzi cries.The man’s eyes widen; he blinks, looks at Mitzi and then looks at me.“Why can’t he punch you in the face?” I ask Mitzi.“You look like you’ve been punched in the face.