"He seems to take really good care of you." He does," Jennifer said. "I couldn't get along without him. I just hope he can make it here. This place is...awful cold and empty if you've grown up in Los Angles." Folks around here are going to figure he's your boyfriend," Mike said. "Maybe you'd just better accept it." Well, he is, sort of," Jennifer said. "I mean, if you leave sex out of it, and for me, that's not hard to do. Blake's been with me for years now, and I'm not so sure I could get as. This evening, after time spent snuggling on the couch I was given one instruction. “Go to the room, put on what I have laid out for you, and wait in position for me. You have 5 minutes. “I promptly raced to the room searching my dressing table for what I was to wear. Upon seeing only the blindfold, I removed all of my clothes. I walked to the side of the bed and assumed my position. Knees shoulder width apart, sitting on my heels, hands clasped behind my back, head down. I placed the blindfold. "Hello," I said, entering my bedroom.The 15-year old girl with short brown hair and hazel eyes looked up from where she sat on the edge of the bed."Hello," she quietly replied.I sat down next to her. I sat closer than was probably comfortable for a perfect stranger but not so close that it would completely make her uneasy. I was on the border of her personal space."So your name is Courtney?" I asked."Yes." Pretty name. Just like you."She smiled awkwardly and said, "Thanks." You're nervous," I. “You must be Michael, Clarissa, and Sandra,” a pretty strawberry blonde who was a few inches shorter than I was.“Yes,” Clarissa replied.“I’m Jessica Wilton, a second-year student. These are my classmates Jerome Katz and Diana Baum. We’re going to take you on a tour, and then you’ll begin the interview process.”“Who’s who?” Diana asked.“I’m Mike,” I grinned.“THAT was blindingly obvious,” Jessica replied, rolling her eyes.“This is Clarissa,” I said nodding my head to her, “and this is.