Sign it... who needs to "work"

You think for a moment. Not entirely certain what you'd be doing, still thinking of yourself as a man. But thoughts cross your mind. You wouldn't have to go to college, you'd already have a great paying job, and food and every need would be cared for. 20 years is a long time, but you'd have a lot saved up working there, and would be set for life in retirement as you looked at the salary section of the binder. You look and page through everything. Your slender feminine hands seem foreign to you as you hold the binder and look at the last page where you would sign 20 years of your life away.

You take the pen, and sign away.

"I hope I can still watch TV with this job."

"Oh there will be plenty of time for you to do the things you love..." The Scarlett Johansen like business woman says as she smiles and taps the shoulder of the tall lanky gentleman who starts driving away from Alicia's home.

Alicia is staring out in the drive way at you, her cellphone in hand, possibly calling someone you know about what is going on. She looked worried. You watch as the limo pulls away and turns the corner. Wondering if you made the right decision.