“Not you. brat.  Dana!”  Sam nodded; she was wearing a pair of killer leather pants that Brian had brought her; and a Prada sleeveless shirt that fit her like a glove.  The smooth skin of her belly showed through the unbuttoned lower part of the shirt; her cleavage peeking out from the top.  She felt like a female version of Brian.

            “I feel wrong in this thing…  Brian and his big…”  She stopped short and rethought saying anything more.  Brian had been by her side most of the last three days; going as far as taking her shopping.  He’d spent as much on himself as he had on her, but it had been fun to watch him ransacking the stores in New York.

            “Samantha you look hot, smoking. As Dana might say, Crispy.”  Sam chuckled, messing up her combed hair. 

            “I feel stupid.  I am not your femme *****, remember?  I like sports, baseball hats and cars.”  Sam voiced, moving to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water.

            “Would you stop with the butch femme ***** all ready?  We all like you for you.  So is it true you and Tina are, you know not together anymore?”  Sam chuckled, sitting on the floor of the living room.  She grunted, reaching under her leg and finding the discarded phone, making a face and throwing it onto the chair.

            “Yeah, not really together, we agreed to be friends.  I’m not into being with someone who is still hung up on her ex.  She’s not either.   I guess I’m not really over C.J., at least not yet.  I don’t love her, at least not in that way.  She’s awesome, but just not for me.”  Sighed Sam; shrugging a little bit.

            “I’m sorry Sam.”  Alice said, not sure what else to say.

            She’d been gone for two weeks, Gardner having had a heart attack in the middle of a board meeting.  She and Tina had talked on the phone, agreeing that they were better off being friends.  Sam thought that perhaps friends with benefits, but she wasn’t going to push that subject.

            “I’m going home to change; I just don’t feel right in these clothes.”  Muttered Sam, squirming around uncomfortably.