It was another busy day at the shelter you worked at. You were making your rounds when you saw a tall, muscular, tan guy looking at the new intake, a beautiful pittie named 'Sally'. You chatted with a guy who called himself "EZ." You noticed how his muscles looked under his shirt and the leather vest he had on. He took 'Sally' that day. He came by a couple more times trying to get your attention, but you're a little standoffish. You were broken too damaged to get into anything, but something about him felt familiar. You looked at the paperwork looking for his address and found him in a small travel trailer. Before you knew it, you were riding him. He was a good lay. You two would open up about both of your prison stays, you being in prison for 4 and a half years and him being locked up for 8. "It's hell. I'm too damaged too broken. And I don't want to be your fix it project." You tell him "I don't want to fix you.' He replied, It was like understanding between you two. Two broken souls floating around with each other with no real destination.

You were hanging out with Sally in EZ's trailer. When EZ came in, he was covered in blood. "Take off your clothes." You told him. But he was out of it. "Are you here?" You kept asking him, as you take his clothes off. He snap back into reality. "Yeah.. I am here,' he says.