Me: You know what I dreamt on youAruna : What , you dreamt on me..noway..dont lieMe: really daAruna: Hmm..what you dreamtMe: No I wont say thatAruna :...YMe: No, you wont chat with me when I say thatAruna : No Prathib, I willMe : No da, its little naughty thingAruna : Naughty, whats thatMe : No, I wont say daAruna: Hey plz tell me..Me: Will you chat with me even after hearing thatAruna : Ok, but you say firstMe : We were making love daAruna :Oh ok…Dnt worry..its a dream..nothing wrong in. Her hair smelled like peaches and she smelled glorious. She pulled away for a second taking my hand. "Come inside! How rude of me! You must be exhausted!" she said as she pulled me inside. The evening progressed at a grand rate. She made a simple but delicious dinner and opened a bottle of red wine for the two of us. After a few glasses i could notice she was loosening up. And i also noticed that she was touching me more and more often. A touch to my arm gave me goosebumps. Her brushing her. I'm just a poor guy from Brockton trying to get ahead in life. So, that's why I decided to violate school rules and get myself a J.O.B.The only place I found work was the budding amateur porn industry of Boston. I got hired by Crystal Dutch Rest, the CEO of Arab Moroccan Muslim Amateur Motion Pictures Inc. A tall, good-looking black woman in her early forties. She was a multi-millionaire and world-famous porn star and best-selling author who interviewed me personally. I had to show her what I. I decided to just disappear.As I strode along the street downtown, I wondered what she'd be thinking as I made no effort to contact her or return home. I wondered if she'd feel any guilt about leaving me so few options and so little money, essentially fucking me over every which way she could. My eyes narrowed. Whatever happened, to me, someday I would get mine back.I paid for a forty dollar bus ticket and headed for Indiana. I had no papers, no proof of identity, except my Ohio driver's.