I composed a letter addressing all my feelings for her, begging her for a chance, offering her one thousand dollars in cash for one night with her. It...was all the extra money that I could muster, and it took every ounce of courage to hand her the plain white envelope with note inside on another empty Friday night. She looked at me as if I were a crazy man. Please read the note inside, I whispered it, trying not to sound desperate,fawning over the trace of black lace showing from her bra. She. Either that or her body betrayed her. I knelt on my knees, ready to taste Queen Elsa, the little submissive bitch.“You are mine” I said to her as I kissed her ass.“Fuck y-you”I slapped her ass as hard as I could, my palms stinging. “You. Are. Mine. I am claiming what I want”“Go to H-hell”I rose up to meet her and wrapped my hands around her throat. “Listen you little bitch, I want what is mine. Your little cunt belongs to me now”She lifted up a hand.“I am engaged, you piece of shit, you’ll. They want it to look like an accident, or they want it to look like a mob hit. Often, they just want someone to disappear. Today, I get one of my favorites, the person wants a painting taken from a private home. Another wants a spouse killed but it needs to be an accident, and in a way so their k**s don't suspect him. The last is a cartel that needs some d**gs smuggled into the city. Their last few shipments have been confis**ted.I have form letters for these three items. I send quotes back. “It’s how we chose to live our lives. Except for AIDS, I wouldn’t change anything. But AIDS changed everything. Suddenly, when we needed close friends, we didn’t really have any. And with Marty’s Kaposi’s Sarcoma, it’s pretty obvious he has AIDS. I’m sure you noticed the skin lesions.”I nodded, “I did.”“And you were still your normal self. Well, most straight people when they encounter someone with AIDS, treat them like a leper, or worse. You didn’t hesitate to shake hands with him. A lot of.