M.A. for my sophomore year I would have remained in room Three C and the position of room leader would have been mine. Or would it? Back when we were ...reshmen Charlie was ahead of me in the class ranking. Had returning home for my sophomore year made me a more competitive student? I doubted that. I knew Becky had been responsible for making me more competitive. She pushed me. Oh how I missed her. I hadn't seen her for over a year and she was still pushing me.After two weeks of school it became. I think that is when she looked at me differently as well. I wanted to know for sure today, so I needed to get the eye roll. "You bought the outfit for me?" I asked again. "You know I did." she said sternly with a glimmer in her eye. "Where's the hat? I want you to put on the hat." "No, I will look ridiculous." she giggled. "If it's really for me, I want the hat." I asked playfully with my brown eyes as puppy dog sad as I could make them. "Fine," Carolyn said almost frustratingly as she. I can’t let you fuck me.”I asked, “Why not. I found you fair and square.”Rachelle said, Because I could go to jail. That’s why.”I looked at her and said, “I promise that I won’t tell another living soul.”Rachelle looked like she was thinking that one over. Finally she asked, “Just for shits and grins what would you want to do to me?”I had given that a lot of thought since I had figured it out the night before. I said, “I would want to make love to you every day if I could, I would want you to. Let's face it, even the word 'rape' was too mild a term to describe what she was facing. The psyche evaluations had been right about one thing, at least. Verity Sherman was the perfect candidate. Passive, self-deprecating and completely open to exploitation. Scott regarded her with a growing sense of anticipation. This was a special case indeed; he could almost smell the fear emanating from her pores like an exquisite French perfume.Meantime, the Perfect Candidate was standing before him.