It was obvious that both of them were nervous, and new to spending time around the opposite sex. Quickly, Tara took a key out of her pocket and opened...the door. Her and Alex walked inside and removed their jackets.“Is anybody else home?” Alex asked. The house was completely quiet.“I don’t think so.” Tara replied. “Follow me upstairs, I’ll show you my room.” Was this really happening? Was he seriously going to be all alone with this girl in her room? This seemed too good to be true, but at the. Her body would be his to have fun with each time she wanted a refill, no strings beyond that, he’d said. She’d agreed, reluctantly, and accepted his proposition.And then she’d made her weight goal, sixty more pounds, and she’d been able to keep it off, the weight. She’d told him it was over, that on Halloween as it happened. She was done with the stuff. Then Julian had proposed, then Dante had shown up and learned about Blake’s money from Bea more or less by accident.Now she’d come to this. He had never thought of the dean in that way and yet looking at the general now, he had a new appreciation of his silver hair covered muscular physique. Instinctively he knew what the dean wanted. It was like the first time he and Ron had gotten together. Neither one knew what they were doing but both knew it was what they needed. This was the advantage Hardy was looking for. If he could please the general there was no way he could be washed out.Hardy slowly slid the towel off his other knee.. Her brief flirtation with freedom in college, a blown-off semester in which she'd finally lost her virginity, smoked a lot of pot and drank a lot of booze, had earned her a summer stay in an institution where the children of wealthy parents went to 'rest', courtesy of one of her father's deacons.That had put her right back on track.She remembered the rats in the mazes from her psych classes. Well, there she was, except there was no treat and no exit. And as the walls were in her mind, there was.