"Well it happens. You can do stuff to mix it up, but over time I think it's inevitable." She sighed again. "At least I get to live vicariously through...you." She finished with smirk. "What was with him calling you Ann? I've never heard anybody call you Ann before."I blushed. "That's our codeword. If he calls me Ann, and I respond by calling him Sir, then the game is afoot." Really? That's an interesting way to handle it. So this is a full-time thing? Not just in the bedroom?" She asked."He said. Not even in the way you’d expect. Oh no, see fast food in this universe is incredibly fattening, and not as easily accessible as you’d think.I mean, how would you expect society to handle a double cheeseburger that could make you gain 5 lbs as soon as you ate it? Well, better than you think, since losing excessive weight is also pretty easy, but anyone who eats it is expected to eat in private, or else some poor soul will also get fatter.And like anyone else, Jamie always had to hide her. So that was another way. Not even a day after the news was out, I was being bombarded with calls for money. So I did the only thing I could. I asked mister Hoffly to watch over the place, again, and I left.Ok, I admit it, I was driven out of my own home!So that is how I wound up moving to a gated community outside of Boston. I paid a surprising amount of money for a house which I knew was nowhere near worth what I had paid for it. Prestige is what I figured I was paying for... and privacy, and. I knew his papers took long, I ordered him a drink, and then decided to be nice and offer him some chocolates like we do with many of our clients, the boss brings a very high class chocolates, I opened up the box, walked to him bent over to let him pick one.He looked at the box, then at my face, smiled saying “these look like nice expensive chocolates, but look hard, they need to be dipped into some, nice, soft and warm container to melt first then they would be better licked, or eaten direct.