.." Brandon paused and shrugged, "Customers." It's in no way controlled by the Commander?" Nope. The women come, and the women go. The house is there ...or their use and maintained by the Grounds. The students have be on leave to go to the house, but other than that there's no other involvement by the Commander."Danica revealed what she had learned at the College as they walked, continuing the narrative as she and Brandon settled into chairs in her room. They spoke for a long time, Brandon. ..”Uh oh. She said the S word. Arturo and Matthew both grinned at her, and she stepped back immediately. She knew that grin!“Hey, w-wait a minute...”Both of the huge men prowled toward her, and she squeaked as she jumped back and over the couch. But they were fast! Way faster than big guys like them should have been. Matt chased after her directly, rolling over the couch on his side. She squeaked again and dashed for the wall of the hallway that led to the front door. But Art was even faster. . I'll talk to the sheriff. It's their fault, not yours ... Her fault..." She was staring at me and I stared back."Then we're going with you," I said, a little stronger now, making sure Wendy heard me. "Right, Mark?" Yeah, we can't let you go by yourself," Mark nodded. "Let's go."He didn't wait for more argument from Chris or his mom, Mark just turned and carried me out of the house and Chris followed us a second later. He hurried ahead of us so he could open the passenger door of the truck and. The invitations were sent a month ago, the replies have all been received, seating charts have been made. We are expecting 160 guests; a very respectable number for a ball. Fewer than 100 and it would just be considered a dance. Fewer than 50 and it would be considered nothing more than a dinner party. But 160 is grand enough for the title of “ball,” and it is sure to be the most extravagant affair in the city of New Orleans. All of the best people in the city have been invited, and I am well.