But, throw away a half million dollars? Not happening. She just couldn’t bring herself to do it.And then it happened, a man, a man she knew plopped ...own on the bar stool next to the one she was sitting on. She couldn’t believe it.“I saw you with that Willis guy from the old days,” he said. It was a couple of months ago. I’ve been asking around. You still with him?” said William Carton.“What the hell! What the hell are you doing here. You took everything and dumped me!” she said.“Did not. Left. Any questions?"I had a million questions, but only could ask him, "Why me andhow long will this go on? I have my own life and know that youhave some evidence that could hurt my career and life, but youcan't possibly expect me to live like this?" I asked with a hintof a cry in my voice."Well my little Princess, this is going to go on until I decideit is over. You will cater to my needs. Tomorrow I am moving myclothes over here, my furniture was rented anyway, and I willnotify the post office. "No fair, I'm horny," she said with a sad look as I got up and headed away. I smiled at Santa on the way, who was with only one other guy now.As I stood at the urinal, I heard the door open and Santa entered, standing near me, smiling."Alright mate?" I said."Just great, cheers," he replied. "Oh, and thanks for the show," he added. "Very nice, very nice indeed." There might be more on offer, shall we say."He was slightly taken aback with that, but the alcohol we'd both consumed, no doubt, helped. I thought he was an odd choice, since he often used "sissy"in his "encouragements" in gym class.I said to him, "I am kinda surprised you volunteered for this duty." I am not doing it for you. I am doing it for Miss Anderson. She thinksyou deserve it, so I will help"As we walked, my mind was racing in a dozen directions. First, the wholeidea of having an "escort" seemed surreal. I felt like one of thoseblack students who were integrated under the protection of the nationalguard.Then there was.