"Did you know that some girls in my dorm told me I shouldn't hang out with you?" What?" They said I shouldn't spend time with you, that I shouldn't be...friends with you."I blinked in surprise. "Why?"She shrugged. "Because you live in a fraternity." But ... we're not all assholes."She looked back at me calmly. "I know that. Look, I assume Wes has never been accused of rape, right?"I struggled to come up with the right words to make her understand the danger that Wes represented."Well ... no," I. I've already spoken with your two friends here and they both think it's a great idea. "By the way, I'm Tim, Tim O'Reilly." When I didn't respond, he continued, "I have a tremendous amount of experience in setting up websites, I've been doing it independently for the past nine years. "What I proposed to Ashleigh and Phoebe was that I set up a website for you, a pay to be a member site. We can talk about the membership fees, duration of membership, those sorts of details afterward. "The. "Let's go take a look, see what's missing," I said, trying to breath evenly.I went down the stairs and looked at the door, which was ajar. Judging from the splinters around the lock, it had been forced open with a prybar. With a feeling of dread, I pushed it open and went inside. My first impression wasn't a good one. My place had been tossed, and it had been done roughly, by someone in a hurry. The floors were covered with books, CDs, cushions, and whatever else had been on my shelves and in. Assuming it was Becky, I adjusted the towel, to make myself more decent, and walked, ok, swayed, to the door. I should have looked through the spyglass. I opened it without a second thought."Hi, Bec..." The blood rushed from my face, frozen in a smile, my body posed in mid-sway. There was a guy at the door. He was taller than I was, and quite well built, with long brown hair, and a very wide grin. "Running late?" he asked, his eyes wandering down my body, taking in my curves."Um, yeah," I tried.