K, remember my creepy boss that liked to fancy himself with how many boyfriends I had? Funny thing about that. The S.O.B has taken it to a WHOLE NEW goddamn level. Every night after I get out of work, he offers to drive me home. Um, let me rephrase that, TELLS ME he will take me home. No offense mister, but I don't want to risk being raped and thrown into a ditch on the side of the road after you relieve yourself after months of your creepy sexual desire. This has been going on for about a month now. I've taken him aside two times and told him, "Look, I get rides home from my friends. I don't need you, so stop asking. Please." He just won't quit. I'm honestly considering leaving. I swear to Virgin Mary's holy fingernails, if this doesn't stop I'm going to kick his nuts so hard they'll materialize into another fucking dimension. Lord deliver me from this hellhole.