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? I do. 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... TEASER: 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?" "Yes," 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.