" I tell him unsure of what to do now. "Check the living room." He says. Nothing special. A small room with a tv, small couch and a small table. On th... table is a note pad. It's from an office because it has a company logo that I don't recognise. One of the pages has been torn off. There's a number on the number the bottom of the page, so I take down the number on my phone and leave. Having changed out of my uniform somewhere secluded, I arrive back at the office. Rick and Katy are the only. She thought he and I were dating, apparently, but it ended up coming out that I was a hired head… Hand! I mean I was a hired hand. About a month later, she hired me to work her then-boyfriend, Brad. Now, Brad is a great guy. He really is. I mean, we became great friends through this whole ordeal. I really like him, as does Sophie. But, he was a selfish lover (her words, not mine): he never got her off. Of course, her being the amazing woman I know, she was very accommodating in the bed. I sat for a moment on the side of my bed, my head in my hands, trying to process what I felt. Feeling guilty and ashamed, I stumbled to the kitchen to make coffee. As I waited for the coffee machine I swore to myself this would have to stop now. What happened last night was the last straw and I would tell Echo it was all over. The letter box on my front door rattled. That's early for the post. I thought. Sipping my coffee I went and picked up a padded brown envelope on the doormat. My name was. " and i was like, " well man, i dont know what to tell you, but u gotta loosen up and be more easy going instead of all uptight n shit." i sat down on the log beside him, " dude its cool u showed up tho, cuz i never see u around." he said " well its cuz i like to be at home doing stuff." i said " doing what?" he said " dressing up like a girl." it kinda freaked me out to hear someone else with a womens clothes fetish. I thought he was just a gay. I said "really? Show me." he looked puzzled and.