Jennifer loves to tease me at times, I know. Suddenly she goes silent as in times abroad.I know she is still every day online and reads my messages to...her in our private place.Jennifer is not abroad, nor a broad, so there must be a reason: a hidden message to me!I scratch my back. I s**tch my head. I wonder where her clues and tips to me could be?Jennifer is not the same it seems, as I see a sudden change in her realms of favourites. I scratch my memory. As far as I know she only loves lesbian. .”“Shitheads,” Liz supplied.“Pretty much,” I said.“I can’t blame them,” Liz related. “I looked like a total spaz. I had on a gingham dress and a paisley headband. It’s what I wore all the time.”“It wasn’t that bad,” I said. Liz turned and lowered her sunglasses to glare at me.“Yeah, OK,” I said, smiling at her. “It was that bad. But you looked cute that night. That’s what I noticed when we were looking at the old pictures. She was cute even then.”Liz rolled her eyes.“I didn’t feel cute back. -Oh Im sorry to hear that.. -Dont be, she wasnt the one for me. And besides.. what are the chances we would both end up working in the same place and both be single? Then he smiled that smile that always made my knees go weak. The elevator doors opened and we stepped off onto the fourteenth floor and I was immediately greeted by Kimberly, the perky intern coordinator. Kimberly quickly swept me away and as we were pacing down the hallway I turned to catch a glimpse of Trevor only to catch him. The limo took me to the surgeon'soffices, where I met with an assistant, and we went over the details ofmy contract. I was to be a live in servant to a Japanese businessman for two yearsfollowing a three week recovery period from surgery. I was to receivefifty thousand dollars a year, deposited in an offshore account set upespecially for me. The surgery was part of the package, as well as anyfollow-up surgery should I elect it. Apparently the businessman wanted a sexual creature like none.