I shouldn't have gone for that vacation. I felt it in my sixth sense. The truth is I have no one to blame but me for I had made the decision. When my boyfriend broke up with me, I should have left for Newyork immediately but I stayed. I stayed and went for that stupid party, had a one night stand and got into trouble. And you know which kind of trouble? The freaking mafia. Now I have in front of me, a contract that says shit.