Amaya locked it and checked it twice before examining the dressing room. It looked like the kind of place you would see in a movie about actresses. A ...anity table dominated the room, complete with a mirror encircled by light bulbs. Several gowns hung from dummies and a comfortable looking couch lined the far wall.Amaya approached the vanity table and looked at the chair in front of it. The chair was plush with a soft leather seat. The tabletop was almost bare except for a box and a set of. .. She paused, the sandwich hovering in front of her mouth. Wait, how do I feel? She absently took a small bite of the sandwich, staring off into space.It was so confusing when he came in like a knight in shining armor at the FCF on Friday. Would anyone besides Mom or Ay ever commit a felony for me? Or even help me or be nice to me at all if I wasn’t the student council president or valedictorian or whatever at school? I’m pretty sure Will doesn’t care about any of that... So ... I feel like. I know he said sexy but I didn’t feel sexy I felt worn out and tired running all day and studding all night just to keep my 3.5 GPA was killing me. “I’m sorry I didn’t think I would see a guy in an all girl dorm floor or I would have put some clothes on.”“It’s ok I did enjoy the view I didn’t mean to scare you”“You didn’t scare me but you did shock me” I grab my robe off the back of the door and open the door to this sexy man leaning on my door jam. He stood at least six foot four inches tall. ”“Very well, then Mrs. Land. Your skirt next, if you please.” Sanchez folded his arms across his broad chest, waiting.Not for the last time, Jennifer looked quickly around the room hoping she might spot some avenue of escape, but as before, none presented itself. She looked up at Sanchez, hoping for some sign of compassion or humanity. She saw none in his dark eyes. It was hopeless. Slowly, Jennifer reached to her side for the catch to her wrap around Khaki skirt. While Sanchez watched.