One night, I had a really weird dream where I couldn't move and shekept saying "You want to be me." There were lasers coming out of hereyes going into...my brain. Instead of being scared or weirded out, I wokeup so horny I had to come!It was becoming harder to think of anything else but sex with her, andworking for her, while the pay was good, wasn't getting me any closer toa real job. I had about decided to quit and look for a new job, when shecalled me in one day before I started work for her.. Jeremy actually called me every other day it seemed to tell me how much he had made on something. He was getting to be a real business man. I thought he wanted to paint, but he had lost that urge in his desire to chase the almighty dollar. His reports were part of the 'whatever' world. I mean I had more than broken even on the damaged crates and I was bored.The only thing that brought me out of the boredom was the board of elections decision to have a town hall meeting with all the candidates. If you call the cops again, you’ll suffer so much, a pansy like you would probably slit their throat rather than survive withdrawal.”“I’m calling the Heroin Hotline.” Terry had left my phone on the kitchen table.Donald shook his head and cried.“Hello, we’re poor and my husband is addicted. What can I do to help him?”The young man on the other end of the line was eager to show his commitment. “There’s a public treatment center in Bellevue. I can forward your call.”BELLEVUE! I’m in gods damned. I don't know if he is the one, but we certainly love each other. We've been having sex since I was seventeen. My mother really likes my boyfriend.I've been going to a local college and taking classes. I'm not sure what I exactly want to do yet, but have been taking business classes. You really don't need to choose a major right away. My mother said to go to the local college, get my associates degree, and then change to a bigger university. She has worked hard and is putting me through college..