Barbara S.

One time I tried to jump off the roof of a house Scott was trying to sell a couple. He didn't want my death diminishing the value of the house, so he tried to talk me out of suicide. But he didn't need to. As soon as I saw Scott I knew I was in love. Never have I been homosexual, but his aura radiated under the hot, Californian sun and that day I knew the definition of beauty. His gleaming eyes burned their place into my brain, and my heart. Scott has saved me from certain death, and now I worship him, for he his Jesus resurrected. I have millions of posters of the same picture in 2013 of Scott Lyle's face smiling at me. Every night I pray that one day Scott would find me again and take me away from the life I know so we can live happily ever after and adopt a little African kid named Tyrone.

Scott Lyle is always watching over me. His captivating gaze ever in my mind and his irresistible smile haunting my every thought. I sometimes dream of feeling his perfect mustache brush against my cheek all so gently and his multiple chins hot and sweaty with the aspect of selling houses. Needless to say I highly recommend him.

The best.