He was bored and boring. Maybe movies, porn and anime had ruined him. He wanted to be a rockstar one day and be invisible the next. He wanted to be th... man every one wanted to be without consequences. However he cared about the consequences and was left with this life of his. He finished brushing his teeth and walked toward his bed but stopped in his tracks. Right in the middle of his bed was a phone. He had never seen this phone but there it was. The moment he took it into his hands it turned. One hulking Neanderthal everybody called Ox had even beaten the shit out of him once. It had almost been worth it. The look on his face when Dan had revealed his real name to the entire gym class had been priceless. Ox hated being called Percival Chauncey. About a year after that incident, Ox went for him again with a much different result. "The Rat-Bastard," Dan's stepfather, had forced him to take judo lessons. No 'son' living in his house was gonna be beat up like some pansy geek. It. Opening the paper, I discovered a handwritten note stating simply “You owe me $1,000.”I put the disc in my lap-top and clicked the mouse on “Play”. The video began by showing a large bedroom that I didn’t recognize until Nico walked into the room . . . leading my wife by her hand. I stopped the video and picked up the phone calling my secretary “Tina . . . No calls, please.” Hanging up, I clicked “Play” again.After watching for a few moments, it was became obvious that Nico had at least five. It was disappointing at first. Many times an interviewer would ask her to remove her clothing; the result was always the same: either Sally stocked out in an angry fit or the company rejected her application. It was clear to both Sally and Andy that she would have to take some clothes off just to get started.“Just to get started.” That became Sally’s justification for everything that happened.At last an interview went well. In an old building on the 4th floor, she spoke to a portly.