So then, you can have a look at their proposed contract if I fax it to you?" Sure. Any surprises?" No ... it's the easiest negotiation I've ever had. ...hey're offering two mil in the first year and two-and-a-half in the second, all guaranteed. I requested the guarantee because when you're not a top contender coaching changes can happen at any time and you never know how the new guy will feel about any of the players. I could have got more money but I thought the guarantee would be better. I hope. My phone rings and I look at it, Unknown number. So I ignore it. It rings again, still with an unknown caller. Annoyed I ignore it again. I walk a littler faster in my heels across the stupid cobblestone streets. The phone rings again and as I go to answer it my shoe gets caught and I trip. As I fall Mr. Mysterious from the bar grabs me and stares at me for a second before pushing me into the adjacent alley. I am completely flustered and thrown off, but a little intrigued as to what is going to. I was somewhat sweet and innocent. He wasn't. He threw me on his single bed, and left the music on , on his playlist of dirty music. "Wh-what do you want from me!" I screamed as it looked like he was about to smack me. He glared and grabbed my shirt and roughly took it off. I began to get a bit scared. He then said nothing and tore down my pants. "You want to fucking look at my body while I'm showering? You'll fucking get what you want. My way." he said angrily as he stripped me completely. I. "That was the word I was looking for. My work wasn't doctrinaire ... and so I failed. I was so discouraged. I tossed my paints and brushes..." ... in a misplaced moment of self- loathing, no doubt," he remarked.She nodded. "Exactly. And for three years I didn't do any art. I ended up in a relationship ... the less said about it the better. When that ended, the only work I could find was waiting tables, and the only place I could afford was a month-to-month furnished flat in the Riverbend.