Actually, come to think of it, it might be because I wasn’t a very sociable person that I managed to get into such a prestigious university. How ir...nic. Once in the common room, I met several freshmen and exchange students. It was the exchange students who were the most interesting. There was this Japanese girl called Yoko. I wanted to get to know her better, but she seemed to be really into this other guy. When I tried to talk to her, she kept facing away from me and paying attention to this. Juanita was only 17 years old and had been brought in to be Catherine'spersonal maid when left an orphan 2 years ago. Her Spanish parents had diedduring a bank robbery barely months after emigrating to America. She hadalready been in the households employ as a general house help when thistragedy had happened and Catherine soon took her under her wing to help herduring the initial traumatic period. It had been very obvious thatCatherine had grown fond of Juanita and Peter was more than happy. Thinking back to that defining moment almost a year before, the memories flooded his mind. They had met at the gym he attended three times a week almost religiously. Not that he was a health nut whom wanted to have the body of a God; in fact, he went three times a week in an attempt to stay as healthy as possible. His father had died at a relatively young age of heart disease, as well as extra time away from his frigid wife...There she was, on a treadmill right next to him. Unable to take his. “This time!!!” I saw a bemused look on her face. “This time?” she questioned. “Yes,” I continued, “this time. It was different when you were getting out of your car though.” Now her cheeks went really scarlet. “You really should wear something under it when you go out,” I said. “Oh my god,” she gasped. “Did anyone else see?” “I don't think so,” I replied, “not that I know of but you can see into the car-park from most of the flats.” I could see that she was shocked and leant forwards towards.