Dont Think. Dont Question. Just Do. The anonymous note wasnt for me. Dont get me wrong Im not in the habit of reading other peoples mail but it was just a piece of paper with a few lines scrawled on it clearly meant for the apartment upstairs. It looked so innocent... It was not. Before the notes if a man had told me what to do Id have told him where to go. But theres something freeing about doing someones bidding. In fact the more I surrender the more powerful I feel. Its time to switch the roles... Were playing by my rules now.