On Sunday evening, hot water streamed over Mort's body – this relaxed his nerves a bit, but not completely.  He looked at the clear glass of the shower door; it was steamed up and he found himself wiping away the thin film with his hand. 

Paranoid, boy?

"I didn't just hear that," he said to himself.  "Please, God…I didn't just hear that."  Mort quickly finished showering and toweled off.  He again wiped away steam, this time from mirror.  He ran a comb through his hair as he studied his reflection.

I'm sorry, I tried.

"Yeah, well…"  Mort sighed, his body suddenly feeling very weighted.  "I think I'm gonna call this off."

Call it off?  Wait a minute, why call it off?  If you were going to call it off, then I wouldn't have needed to try to talk you out of it in the first place.

"Didn't expect him to show up.  You said he wouldn't."

I know.  It was just a fluke.  He's trying to scare you.

"He does scare me!  Every time I hear him…I'm scared shitless."

One night out.  You convinced me it would be O.K., now you have to prove yourself.

"Keep him away?"

I will.

Still a bit shaken, Mort finished getting ready.  He threw on a pair of pants and a sweater – the weather had turned colder since Friday.  He nervously cleaned his glasses, put them back on, and walked out the door.  Please let me be the only one going on this date.

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Author's Note: Very short, chapter, I know – sorry about that.  I know that I've added some humor into this story, but there were humorous bits in the movie as well (Ex: "Chiiiiiico!  Don't be discoouuuuraged! Heehee)  Anyway, believe me, things are going to get more intense as the story line moves on.  The rating is going to be changed to "R" shortly.