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A Year In The Life By Mister Double-U Part I I sat alone in the crowded bar. It was another typical Friday night. The place was full of business people who came in after a long week of work, college students getting drunk, and me. I'm just a single guy in a dead end job, with no future and no prospects. "Joe!" I yelled to the bartender, holding up my shot glass. He was busy serving to the executives seated at the end of the bar. He nodded at me and held up his finger. "Shit! It's gotta be better than this." I said to no one in particular. Joe arrived and refilled my drink. As I raised it to my lips, one of the college students banged into me, knocking the drink all over my lap and my glasses on the floor. "Uh, sorry dude." He said, giggling to himself. He turned and continued his conversation with the cute blond at the next stool. I grabbed some napkins and began drying myself off. That's when SHE walked over. Tall, long, dark hair, wearing the shortest little red dress and the highest red heels I had ever seen. She picked up my eyeglasses and placed them on the bar. Then she took the napkin from my hand and started drying me off. I could barely contain my excitement. And she knew it. "Are you okay?" she asked. Her voice was like an angel. I could tell even over all the noise in the bar. She had a slight accent. English, I think. "It was so wrong what that guy did." I took the napkin and held it over my now erect manhood. "I'm... I'm fine, thanks." I giggled nervously. She looked at the napkin and smiled. "My name's Veronica." She held out her hand. She had long red fingernails to match. "Arnold." I said, taking her hand. "Arnold Ziffle." "Like the pig in Green Acres?" she asked. I hung my head and nodded. That's been a sore spot my entire life. She smiled. Not an evil smile, but an understanding one. "Why don't we go someplace quiet to talk?" she asked. My jaw must have dropped. She took my hand and led me through the bar. It felt like every eye in the place was on me. Everyone must have been asking themselves the same question, 'Why him?' To be honest, I was asking the same question. And when we finally settled in the diner across the street, I asked it. "Well," she replied. "It's not exactly you I want." "Figures." I answered. "Look," I said leaning back in the chair. "All I have is $20 if you're looking to mug me or something. And I'm not in the mood for any jokes." She smiled. "That's not it either." I looked at her, puzzled. "What I want is your life. Well, a year of it really. I go about my life and each year, I find someone to sell me one year of their life. It keeps me alive. This year, I found you." "Why me?" I asked. "No particular reason." She replied. "I happened to see you in the bar, is all. Will you sell me the year?" "Sell you a year?" I asked. She nodded. "What do you do for a living, Arnold?" "I work in the mailroom at Info Corp. They are computer consultants. Work with the government and that sort of stuff." "Okay. You probably make about... ten bucks an hour. Am I right?" She asked. I hung my head. "I'll take that as a yes. So..." she did a bit of quick math. "A year of your time is worth about 20 grand." She paused. "I'll offer you fifty thousand dollars for a year's time. That should more than cover it." My jaw dropped. "Wait a minute. You're offering me $50,000? What's the catch?" "No catch." She replied. "Just say yes." "I don't think so. Thanks anyway." I stood up. She grabbed my hand. "Wait!" she said. "I'll make it sixty thousand!" I stopped. Her face looked frantic. She realized what she was doing and smiled that broad smile again. "And it's only a year. What's a year off your life?" She let go of my hand and I sat back down. "Alright." I said nodding. "You can have one year of my life. But I need to see the cash first." She smiled. It looked as though the weight of the world was off her shoulders. She opened her purse and showed me a wad of cash. "Sixty thousand dollars. You're welcome to count it if you'd like." My eyes must have popped out. I'd never seen that much cash in my entire life. "Wow!" I stopped the waitress. "Can I get a take out bag, please?" I moved to the other side of the table, next to Veronica. The waitress came back with the bag and I proceeded to put the entire sum of cash into it. My hands were shaking. I never bothered counting it. She sat there silently waiting. When I was done she looked at me. "Ready?" She asked. I nodded. "Close your eyes. This won't hurt a bit." She closed her eyes and put her hand on my chest. My heart was beating a mile a minute. Then, it stopped beating. Just for a moment. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. The moment seemed like an eternity. "Okay, we're done." I heard the voice, but it was mine. I opened my eyes and was staring at myself. I jumped up and moved back towards the wall. "What did you do to me?" I asked. The voice was Veronica's. "Sit down, you're causing a scene." Arnold said angrily. The cook and the waitress were staring at us. I slowly sat down. "I bought a year of your life. I just didn't tell you it would be this year." Arnold smiled, evilly. He stood up. "It'll be fine. Just remember to meet me here in one year's time. Then you can have your body back and everything will be fine." He turned to leave. "Oh, by the way. If you're thinking about doing something drastic to my body, don't. Anything happens to me, you stay that way. Got it?" I nodded. "Good." He kissed my cheek. "Have a nice year." Arnold walked casually out the door. I sat there, stunned. How could I be so stupid? "Moron! Idiot!" I yelled. The cook was staring at me again. I smiled. "Sorry. He... he just broke up with me." "He is an idiot." The cook said, shaking his head. The waitress came over. "Here's your check, hon." I reached along the dress, looking for a pocket. This is going to take some getting used to. I smiled at the waitress and looked in the purse. Empty. Shit! "Uh, I seem to be a little short of cash this evening." I said. The waitress crossed her arms and stood over me. "Tony! Come 'ere!" she yelled. The cook, obviously Tony, walked slowly over to me. His forearms here the size of my legs. Well, my old legs. They were now twice the size of my new legs. "The girl's got no money." I smiled sheepishly. "Oh yeah?" He reached down and lifted me off the chair. I was like a rag doll in his hand. She slammed me against the wall and eyed me up and down. "I'm sure we can come to some kind of an arrangement. Lock the doors Lucille." The waitress walked over to the front doors, locked them and turned off the open sign. She then walked over to the front counter and stared at us. "I know we come to an arrangement." He moved his lips to mine and kissed me hard. I struggled as hard as I could. I could taste the onions on his breath and smell his sweaty odor. I thought I was going to throw up. When he pulled off, I spit in his face. "Take a walk you fucking pig!" I yelled. He smiled, showing is missing teeth, and slapped me hard. I fell to the ground with a thunk. "I love it when they fight." He laughed. I crawled towards the back door. He grabbed my leg and pulled me back. I kicked and screamed. "She's a wild cat!! Lucille!! Gimme a hand, would ya?" Lucille ran over. "Grab her legs." Lucille used all her weight and held down my legs. Tony grabbed both my wrists in his meaty hand and held them over my head. With his other hand, he ripped open the front of my dress. I started to scream again, but he slapped me. "Shut up, bitch!" he yelled. "Nice tits." He ran his fingers along the outside of my bra. The silkiness of the material against my skin made my nipples hard. As he made a move to unhook the bra, I managed to free my hands and punched him hard in the groin. He gasped and rolled off me. Lucille, seeing this loosened her grip and got kicked in the face. I managed to get to my feet, grab my purse and dash out the door. Lucille was quickly behind me. I ducked behind some boxes in the alley. "Police!! Police!!" she yelled. I ran into the darkness, not caring about the cold winter wind against my exposed chest. I thought I heard my voice laughing as I ran away. I ran until I collapsed from exhaustion. I ducked into an alley and finally checked the contents of my purse. 'Damn her!' I thought. There was an empty wallet: no money, identification or credit cards. There was a paper with a phone number on it. Great! I dialed the local number. "Hello?" a voice said. It sounded suave and sophisticated. "Hi... It's me." I replied, hoping that he would recognize the voice. "Ronnie, baby." He answered. "It's great to hear your voice. What brings you into town?" "I'm..." I didn't know how to answer. "Are you all right, hon? You sound kind of shaken up." I paused. No, I wasn't all right. I was in some woman's body and had no fucking clue what to do next. "Not really, no. It's been a rough night." "I'm on my way. Where are you?" I gave him my location and hung up the phone. The streets were empty. I stood huddled up in the phone booth, just trying to protect myself from the cold. About 15 minutes later a Cadillac Limo pulled up. The door flew open and a tall, thin, distinguished man exited the car. He ran over to me, threw a blanket around my shoulders and ushered me into the car. Once inside, he rubbed my shoulders and arms and offered me a drink of scotch. I took and downed it in one gulp. "Same old Ronnie." He said, smiling. "Now, tell me what happened." I told him as much as I could. Starting from after the change until he picked me up. He kept his arm around me and put his hand on my leg for support. When I finished, he told me not to worry and that everything would be okay. We drove for a little while and stopped behind a large bricked building. The chauffeur opened the door and let us both out. I held the blanket against me, partly from the cold and partly from embarrassment. We walked in the back door. The noise was deafening, even from the back. He led me to a small room with a star on the front. We walked in and sat down. "I'm going to find that man, cut off his dick and shove it down his throat." The man said, growling. "No one puts a hand on one of my girls!" He stood up and walked to the closet. He reached in and threw something on the table in front of me. "You go on in five minutes." He said as he walked out the door. 'One of his girls?' I thought. I picked up the costume. It was a glittered bra and g- string. I took off what was left of my dress and noticed for the first time that I wasn't wearing panties. Putting on the bra was a bit tricky. I removed my stockings and slowly moved the panties up my smooth legs. I began to get slightly aroused. I reached down between my legs and felt the hairless mound. I moved my long fingernails around it, teasing myself. I felt that I was wet. I placed one of my fingers inside, then another. Moving in and out quickly. My breath became short. The door flew open and the man who picked me up in the limo walked in. "Save it for the show, sweetheart." He said, grabbing my hand. I managed to pull the g-string up as he pushed me towards the stage. He then grabbed a microphone and spoke. "All right! Welcome to Jack's. I am your host, Jack DeMartello." The crowd applauded. "Now, a special treat for everyone out there! Direct from her acclaimed world tour... That gal from St. Louis! The amazing Veronica Starr!!" The crowd erupted into thunderous applause. I slowly walked the stairs and stood on the stage. I stood there, scared out of my wits. 'Now what?' I thought. I looked back at Jack and he waived me on. I shrugged my shoulders. The crowd started to boo and hiss. He grit his teeth and ran off. A moment later, another girl ran on the stage from the other side. "Just follow me hon.," She said as she moved across the stage. I copied her moves as best I could, but I was still in shock and having trouble moving in the heels. She walked over to me and ran her hands across my stomach and down along the outside of the g-string. I was getting Goosebumps as she moved down my legs and licked and kissed my calves and toes. The crowd went crazy! My knees went weak and I slid to the floor as she moved her way back up my legs. I moved my hands to my bra and started playing with my breasts. I totally forgot that I was in the middle of a crowded club. She was moving towards my pussy when the music ended and she stood up. I was weak from excitement and covered in sweat. She grabbed my hand and slowly got to my feet and walked off stage with her. Jack was standing there. He smiled at her and stopped me. "What the hell was wrong with you out there?" he yelled. The charm in his voice was gone. "I'm sorry." I said quietly. "I've had a rough night." "I don't give a shit!" he replied. "It's over and done with! Now get over it and get back to work!" He pushed me out into the floor. I saw other girls walking around, sitting on people's laps and collecting dollars. I slowly walked out and was stopped by the first guy at the bar. "Hey beautiful! That was one hell of a performance." He said, grabbing my ass as he spoke. "Uh, thanks." I replied. "How much for a little action?" I was shocked. Jack ran out. "Depends on what you want." He said. Jack moved to the customer and pushed me aside. They talked for a few moments and the man got up. Jack turned to me. "Blowjob." He whispered in my ear. The man took my arm and we walked to a small hallway with a series of doors. The big man guarding the area, whose nametag said 'Ralph', opened one of the doors and we walked in. The customer stood there. Even wearing heels, he was a head taller than I was. He undid his pants and took them off. "Come on. I paid good money for this." He said, pushing me down on my knees. I looked at the bulge in his pants and stopped. "I... I don't think I can do this." I said, almost in tears. "I don't care!" he replied, taking off his underwear. His dick sprung out inches from my face. "I want what I paid for! Get to it!" I started to get up, but he held me down and pushed his cock in my mouth. I closed my mouth around it and tried to remember what the girls in the porno movies did. I moved my head back and forth along his cock. He moaned, so I figured I was doing okay. I took it out of my mouth and ran my tongue along the tip and the shaft. He put his hand on the wall for support. He thrust in and out and I started tasting his cum. He pulled out and started jerking off. I tried to move, but he held me down and came all over my face and breasts. "Here's a little something for you hon." He said as he threw some money at me. Some of it stuck to the cum on my chest. I felt sick. Was this what my life would be for the next year? I walked out of the room and stared down the hall at the swarm of people crowding the club. How many more of these men would I have to suck or worse? The thought made me sick to my stomach. I walked past Ralph, shakily, back to the floor. "You okay, Ronnie?" he asked. I shook my head and tried to make it to the bar. I collapsed a moment later. I felt Ralph pick me up and carry me out to my dressing room. Jack was in hot pursuit. He placed me down on the couch and grabbed a towel to clean me up. Jack was furious. "What the fuck's the matter with you?" he yelled. "You've been here one fucking night!" "Give her a break, Mr. D." Ralph said. Jack turned and violently pushed him against the wall. "Don't you EVER tell me what to do, got it?!" he yelled. Ralph lowered his head. Even though he was taller than Jack, there was subservience to him. Ralph turned and left the room. Jack turned his attentions back to me. The first thing he did was slap me in the face, hard. Hard enough to knock me off the couch. "I don't know what your fucking problem is, but you had better get your ass off that couch and start getting back to work!" he was yelling at the top of his lungs and slapping me as he spoke. I put my hands up to my face to block his blows. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back. "You belong to me. Do you understand that? I made you what you are today. If it weren't for me, you'd probably be sucking guys off for dollar bills on the corner." I nodded. He pulled the cum stained money off my chest. "Everything you have is mine." He wiped the goo off and held the 20 in front of me. "Everything!" He slapped me one more time and left the room. I lay there and finally started to cry. I couldn't take this anymore. It's only been one night. Why did I ever sell her that year? I put my head in my hands. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and it was the girl who I was on stage with. "Come on." She said, helping me up. "Let's get you out of here." "What about Jack?" I asked. "I'll handle him. Don't cry." She said, wiping the tear off my cheek. But I couldn't stop crying. She grabbed my coat and walked me out of the club and into a waiting taxi. She just held my hand and let me cry into her shoulder. The cab drove downtown and stopped at the entrance to a small apartment building. She paid the driver and we walked in and up the stairs to her room. She unlocked the door and took off my coat. "Sit down. I'll make you some coffee." She said. I grabbed an afghan and curled myself up in it. I just needed something to make me feel better. "Are you hungry, Ronnie?" she asked. I nodded. A few moments later, she returned with a cup of hot coffee and a half a sandwich. "Sorry, it's all I have right now." She replied, setting the items on the table. "I haven't had a chance to go shopping." I greedily ate the sandwich and coffee. "You must have been hungry." She said, smiling. "Thank you." I finally said. "I really needed that." She smiled. "I'm embarrassed to say this, but I don't even know your name." I continued. She smiled back. "Michelle." She was a very pretty girl. Short blond hair in a bob cut, blue eyes and an angelic face. She looked like she didn't belong in this business. "Do you have a place to stay?" she asked. I hadn't even though about that. "No." I replied. "Well, then. You'll just have to stay here." She got up and took out a set of sheets. "The couch pulls out into a bed." She took off the cushions and together we pulled out the bed. She then went and got some pillows out of the closet. "You should be comfortable here." I sat down on the bed and she sat next to me. "Michelle, you've been very kind to me. I don't know how to thank you." She hugged me. "No need to thank me." She got up and came back a moment later with a pair of pajamas. "I hope these fit." She continued as she helped me take my bra off. At that moment, something happened. Our eyes met and I found myself thinking back to the show at the club. How she touched me and how I felt when she did. I sat there, topless, staring back at her. She could sense the electricity between us and leaned in for a passionate kiss. I had never had a real love in my life, but to me, this is what a lover's kiss felt like. My hands moved down and rested on her leg. I moved it up towards her pussy. She was still wearing the outfit she had on at the club; it was the same kind of little bra and g-string that I was wearing. She started running her finger across my erect nipples and along the underside of my breasts. She kept doing that for a few minutes and then moved her hands down my stomach and towards my pussy. I reached inside her panties and started playing with her. She squirmed and fidgeted as my fingers worked around her pussy. She, in the meantime, had gotten my panties off and was using her tongue around the outside. The sensations going through my body were amazing. The faster she'd lick, the faster I'd move my fingers inside her. I couldn't stand it anymore and it felt like I exploded all over her. She screamed and I felt wetness all around my fingers. We both collapsed on the sides of the couch. "That...that was amazing." I said through short breaths. "I've never felt anything like that in my entire life." She was breathing heavily. "You're welcome." She replied slowly. I crawled to the other side of the couch and fell into her arms. She smiled. "I think we can move you to the big girl's room." We helped each other off the sofa and crawled into the large bed in her room and slept. Every night after that was the same thing. We'd go to the club; dance, work and then go home and make love. I couldn't have asked for anything better. Every once in a while, we would get to work together. Grinding our bodies together in a passionate display of sexual frenzy. The crowd would love it and we would often get requests for private shows, which, of course, I never minded. Jack turned out to be a serious son of a bitch. I often wished that he had gotten the offer of a year of his life instead of me. He took 70% of everything the girls made, including tips. And God forbid if you held back on him. We had barely enough money to live on. Michelle was working double shifts two or three nights a week and I was doing close to the same. It was a rough life. Ralph looked after us, a lot. He would make sure the guys didn't get too fresh without paying first and would get us food in between shows, and would ask for nothing in return. He had a good heart. "Hey Ronnie," Ralph yelled one day into my dressing room. "What's up, Hon?" I was fixing my makeup in the mirror. I'd actually gotten pretty good at my appearance. Mostly out of necessity. Michelle did a lot to help me along. "These came for you. Pretty nice, must have cost a bundle." I turned around to see him bring in a bouquet of pink roses. Looked like two dozen, at least. He placed them in a vase on the edge of the makeup table. "There's a card too. Looks like you have an admirer." He turned and left the room, smiling. I opened the card. Roses are Red, and sometimes they're Pink, If you're at all interested, I'd like to meet for a drink. I'm in the audience, enjoying your show. At the end of the bar, my name's Joe. I smiled. "What lame poetry." Looking at the roses, I figured what the hell. I'd been here for the past 3 months and the only offers I'd gotten were for sex. This one seemed different. I finished my makeup and got into my costume for the next set. They had me wearing a short French Maid's outfit, complete with ruffles and a duster. 'This was the sort of stuff I used to dream about seeing. Never thought it would be on me though.' I said. Ralph poked his head in the door. "Five minutes, Ronnie." I'd gotten very good at just ignoring the audience and pretending I'm alone. I'd think about my grocery list or what bills are due. Mostly images of my former life raced through my mind. Wondering what the real Veronica was doing with my body and my life. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that it took me a full minute after the music stopped to stop dancing. I smiled sheepishly and curtsied and headed off stage. I looked into the smoky audience to find Joe. I ignored all the losers calling to me and walked slowly towards the end of the bar. What would this guy be like? Is this just a ploy for a reduced price on a handjob or something? I pushed my way through the last of the patrons and saw him. Our eyes met and an instant electricity formed between us. I hadn't felt that way since my first night with Michelle, all those months ago. He was tall and thin with wavy black hair and perfect features. I shook my head. 'Wait a minute! I can't be attracted to this guy! He's a guy!' I thought. I continued and sat down next to him. "You must be Joe." I said. "I must be." He replied, taking my hand and kissing it. I shivered. "Thank you for the lovely flowers." "My pleasure. What about the poem attached to it?" I smiled. "I don't know art, but I know what I like. And I liked it." He smiled back. "How about that drink?" He asked. I shook my head. "I'm not allowed to drink with the customers. But I can join you for a cup of coffee after my last set." He smiled again. "Until then." He replied, kissing my hand again. I got up and walked back through the crowd. A large fat, bald man stopped me for a quickie. I sighed and followed him to the back room. At 2:30AM, I finished my last set for the night. I was exhausted. Joe sat there, just waiting for me. I got changed into a pair of jeans and a turtleneck sweater. As we left, a cold wind blew in and I clung to Joe to keep warm. He smiled as we entered the restaurant across the street from the club. We sat down and he held up two fingers. The waitress nodded and brought over two coffees. I took a sip. It felt good and I could feel the dampness disappearing. "So, here we are." Joe said, nervously. "Yes." I answered. 'It's your dime. Say something.' I thought. I sipped my coffee and decided to take matters into my own hands, so to speak. "So, do you hang out at the club often?" "Not really." He replied. "I actually just moved into the area and a co-worker told me about the club. I saw you and said to myself; 'I gotta meet that girl!'" I smiled embarrassed. He continued. "And I did." He smiled back, reaching out for my hand. I didn't give it. He pulled away. "I'm sorry." I said. He shook his head. "Not necessary. I guess I'm moving too fast." Joe replied. He turned around and caught the waitress' attention. He pointed to an item and she nodded. "Hope you like Apple Pie." He said as the waitress brought the pie over. The waitress looked me up and down. I figured I would get some kind of attitude. A 'look at that piece of trash dancer' look. But all she did was smile and run her hand along the back of Joe's head. I followed her with my eyes as she went back behind the counter. Joe must have seen the confused look on my face. "She's my mother." Joe said. "My parents own this place. I'm going to be taking it over in the next few months." "Sounds wonderful." I answered. He cut the pie and gave me a slice. "Mmm! Fantastic!" I said. We sat and ate and drank coffee until about 1:30. Joe got up, waived to his parents and, taking my hand, walked out the door. The streets were wet with the rain from earlier in the day. He put his arm around my waist as we walked. It was a nice feeling. He led me to a large apartment building a few blocks away. We stopped and he let go of my waist. "Would you like to come in for a drink?" he asked. His voice wavered slightly. I smiled. "That would be lovely." I replied. He smiled back. He took my hand again and led me up the stairs to #301. He opened the door to a huge living room, wall to wall carpeting, a fireplace in the corner. It was larger than my whole apartment... back when I had my own apartment. I walked over to the couch and sat down. The thought of that woman made me think again what she was doing while I inhabited her body. The thought angered me, but I quickly suppressed it as Joe walked from the kitchen holding two glasses and a bottle. He sat down, smiling, and opened popped the cork. He poured a glass for me and one for himself, then got up and lit the fireplace. The heat felt wonderful against my cold legs. I moved closer to him and put my head on his shoulder. His hand dropped to my leg and began to move up and down; stopping just short of the hem of my dress. I lifted my head and smiled, then moved close to kiss him. He responded in kind. After what seemed like an eternity, he moved back and moved the straps of my dress off my shoulders, running his hands along my arms. His touch made me tingle and I moved my hand to his belt and undid it and pulled down his pants. He was already erect and I wasted no time in taking advantage of that. I removed his underwear and began to stroke and touch his hot cock. He arched back slightly as I played with his balls. He smiled and leaned over to suck my erect nipples. He licked along the outside of my tits and down my stomach towards my wet pussy. I stood up and removed my panties, showing him my hairless mound. He knelt down and began to eat me. It felt wonderful; better than anything that Michelle ever did. He ran his fingers along the inside of my legs. I felt weak and it was difficult to remain standing. I placed my hands on his arms and pulled him to his feet and lay down on the couch on my back. He smiled. The couch was soft and Joe had no trouble placing himself inside me and melting into the fabric. He pumped slowly at first then faster and with more intensity. I could feel myself dripping all over myself and the couch. Joe could feel it too as he smiled more intently as he continued. I couldn't stand it anymore. "Please, cum inside me!!" I yelled. He responded by doing just that. I felt his hot cum forcing its way inside me and came at the same time. He finished and dropped, exhausted, on to the sofa. I lay there trying to catch my breath. I threw my arms around him as he lay there. "That was incredible." I whispered. He huffed and puffed in my ear. "I agree." He managed to say. "I've never had a woman as orgasmic as you." He got up, his cock limp and still dripping, and walked to a closet. He threw me a towel. "Would you please stay the night?" he asked. I nodded. It was all I could muster. He walked to the bedroom and returned with a long T-shirt. It had a picture of a marijuana plant on it and said "Got Pot?" "This should fit." He said. I put it on. It was about two sizes too small, but covered all the important parts. He laughed. "Or then again, maybe it won't." "It's okay." I answered getting off the couch and walking towards him. "It'll be fine for tonight." I threw my arms around him. We lifted me off the floor and carried me into the bedroom. The shirt wasn't covering anything anymore. He laid me on the bed, covered me and crawled in. I rolled over and put my head on his shoulder and we both fell asleep. After that night, Joe was all I could think of. I would see him in the audience while I was performing. I would think of him while some fat sweaty guy was putting his hands all over me. I would even think of him while I was in bed with Michelle. A few weeks after that first night, he left me another note. This one told me to meet him at the coffee shop after my last set. I quickly changed and ran over there. He was sitting at one of the booths. I walked in, kissed him and sat down. He looked nervous. "I'd like you to move in with me." He said.