In a blind car chase trying to avoid an overdue payment Joeseph Gillis swerved through Sunset Blvd right into your driveway...

And in a strange series of events he became your personal writer refining and editing a screenplay you wrote.

And he kept you company...You insisted he stay with you in your guest room. He was such a darling little thing. Handsome,young, intelligent...you liked him very much and flirted with him constantly.

You spoiled him too...got him a new type writer, had the pool filled for him, paid off his car...you needed him to stay. Not just to revive your Hollywood career you've aged out of...but to keep you company...You adored him.

Yesterday you gave him an expensive vintage suit and insisted he celebrate New Years Eve with you in the ballroom tomorrow.

The two of you drank and laughed...indulged in party hats and confetti and resolutions...the tension was thick and hot...A new hope for a new year with Joe sweet in your veins. You two couldn't deny this new energy between the two of you.

The radio plays out a rather sweet tango and Joe gives you a sideways smile. "What's a New Years Eve party without a dance?" He asks, cheeks a bit flushed extending a hand to you.