He wants them to think he's living in the dorm, so I get a private room!" That's great for you, but I don't mind that I have a roommate," Sarah said."...'m sure that you don't", Seth agreed. "So tell me what happened."Sarah looked around and there were no people too close by, so in a quiet voice she described what happened."So she's OK with it?" Seth asked in amazement when she was done."Ok's not the word for it," Sarah said. "She was conflicted at first, but she's resolved that now and she's. He wasn't sure what she'd said two weeks ago, but it sure brought Stephanie around. So there he sat in his cubicle, staring at the writing on the envelope. Finally, it was 2:05pm. He wondered what was significant about 2pm.He shrugged and tore the envelope open. "Go to the Orangetree Resort. There will be a package at the front desk for you. Be there by 5. S"Darren had never been to the Orangetree Resort. He left a little early and despite some wicked traffic, made it to the resort by 4:45. He. "He's a sweet boy." She eyed me for a bit. "What were you planning to do if I refused?" Tie you out spread-eagle for him to use, then stick you in a kennel with vibrators for company," I replied, poker-faced."Thank God I'm learning to be reasonable." Amen to that," I agreed. "Oh, by the way, disassembly of my computing platforms will not get you off the hook, so don't. I figured I'd tell you before the idea occurred to you -- no offense..."Jean leaned up to give me a look, then sighed, settling. Not just once in some momentary lapse of judgement. But again and again…and again. Now before you judge me, there’s a few things you need to understand. First, Dad and I never exactly got on like a house on fire. He was the CIO of a large hedge fund which meant that he wasn’t around much. He travelled to Europe regularly and commuted during the week to Manhattan for meetings.When he was home, he was either at the office working late or in his study with the door firmly shut. I tended not.