Have you ever thought of leaving a place with new identity, make new friends, traveling one place to another, hooking up with guys but don't get too attached to them?
Basically starting over?
For every three to five months, I will move from one place to another with new identity, often pretend to be someone else.
Until I met Beau…
He opened the paper and broke into a wide smile.
"Brooklyn, this present is priceless,"
"Merry Christmas, Beau,"
"Merry Christmas, Beautiful,"
I smiled, "So? Got anything from me?"
He opened the door for me, "You are so sexy I can't stop thinking about putting my hands all over you," Then he shut the door with me laughing
in his car.