I don’t know what I expected but am starting to think that I do not know my friend that well. “So…” she says lifting her eyebrows slightly, �...when are you gonna let me know if I lived up to your expectations?” “My…?..What do you mean?..Does that…” I completely do not know what to think or say. But all the right questions that I want to ask her are whirring inside my mind, only I do not know how to put them into coherent sentences. ‘What does she mean living up to my expectations? Does that mean. What more could a Jersey girl do? Ranger was systematically pulling vegetables and candy bars from the bags when he came up with a nondescript blue plastic bag, filled to the brim. ‘Oh, shit. Give me that!’ Stephanie demanded, but her five-five frame was no match for Ranger’s inhuman strength. He easily lifted the bag over her head, an amused smirk marking his dark Cuban good-looks. ‘What have we here?’ he mused, dangling the bag over Stephanie’s head while she bounced on the ridiculous red. But then it arrived, a letter with a wax seal like something out of the medieval age. The seal was in the shape of a red sun. No address was written on its face but my name was engraved in cursive gold letters. Naturally I opened it. The whole of it was also written in gold, though it wasn’t very long in content: CONGRATULATIONS, ENYO VERGE, You have been accepted, with a full four-year scholarship, to the prestigious Eros University in the field of English Literature. We have monitored your. I have a bunch of photos from the trip, in the interests of privacy for me and the other guys, I will only be publishing those photos behind the members area. Also, there was a guy that joined Kip and I in our bedroom most nights. He loved speedos and he just sent me a bunch of speedo selfies of his which I’ll be sharing with you guys as well.As I said yesterday, Lake Powell was awesome. Kip and I barely wore anything other than just speedos the entire time which is something I don’t even get.