Stalk Him

"All right, I'll cut you a deal. If you can get a few embarassing photos of Jimmy Shooe, and some dirt on him, I think we could just land you a job here."

"Pictures of Jimmy Shooe? That's impossible!" I doubted.

"Well, we need those pictures one way or another. Darling, this is Laceys Gossip Mag, and I'm sure you know what we're about. And job spaces are really tight right now, and you dare, are very lucky.. Take it or leave it, your choice." Marge shruged.

Choices, choices. This sucks, but yet, it had always been a childhood dream of mine to be a spy. Snaping picture with my fancy black Canon camera, wearing long beige jackets, black hats and knee high leather boots. Not to forget those awesome vintage shades.
But then again, this wasJimmy Shooe we are talking about here people. He's like the President of acting, the Lord of Modeling and the ultimate Zeus of singing. He's quite a stunner, but a womanizer at that as well. Jimmy is sooo protected, that talking a regular ole strole in the park atleast six buddy guards tag along, three others would be camofalged as bushes, another five would be trees, and about ten of them would look like dogs...

No lie.

Even persons got placed in jail for harrassing, and snapping inappropriate poctures of him....even taking a look at Jimmy can cause you either your life, job, family.........I think these are rumors but I have heard that he knows people...

After contemplating for what seemed like a reallllly long time, I fianlly landed upon my decision.

"Hell fricking yes!"