I don't know a day off. I got up showered and got dressed. No time for breakfast, I was already late. I left my building grabbed a Starbucks and haile... a cab. During the cab ride I answered a few work emails. We pulled up to the building, I exited the cab and off to another 16 hour day of work. As soon as I walked in I was bombarded with paper work. Getting to my desk and logging on to my computer was no help, waiting for me was 16 new emails. All of course time sensitive. My day was getting. I had never seen that title before. I decided to open the folder and read the story.After reading her story I know that I don't have the strength to relate what I read. I already know the ending and I think it best if I let you read it for yourselves. I am going to attach her story to this letter. Here is her story.Amanda's Last LoverAngel girlI am going to start this story by telling all of you, [my friends] that I have finally met the man of my dreams. I'm going to give the plot away right at. "Maggie said:"Good idea."Then, the doorbell rang. I said:"I'm leaving through the back way, just answer it."Just before I was about to leave, Kris handed me a DVD and said:"It's of me having sex with my father, I'm sure that your boss would like it."I said:"Sure kid, I'll pass it on, now, go home, and, Maggie answer the frigging door, I am so outta here."So, Maggie answered the door, and found two black girls dressed in nothing but rags. The older one speaks up, crying her eyes out:"I'm Olivia,. The manicurist’s lotioned hands reminded me of the time on the beach after dusk in Santa Cruz when Michael rubbed my feet deeply and tenderly to the point I my swimsuit was already wet between my legs before we floated into the water to make love in the waves. The internal conflict was draining and was compounded by not having several nights of solid sleep. I sought solace back in the hotel room where I tried to lull myself to sleep by running my hands over my unclothed body. My hands grazed up.