Oh God! Oh God!!"I started bawling and I just couldn't hold back the tears anymore. I could feel the tears roll down my cheeks; my girlish crying drow...ed out by the mental break down I was beginning. I couldn't stand it any more. I held my head in one hand wiping the tears off my pathetic face and ran upstairs to my room as fast as this body could carry me, away to the solitude and fortitude of my personal bedroom. As I ran my body continually reminded me of my new predicament, my hips. Well, you’ve got my number. Use it, okay? I gotta run to my group. See you!” She turned off toward a different studio and I went into the lecture hall where we spent an hour getting the rundown of how the department was organized and what the expectations were for first year. Then we divided into small groups for a tour of the facilities. I didn’t get Eva’s group.After a day of touring and getting class schedules and requirements, I spent two hours in line at the bookstore spending over five. In the morning, his alarm was ringing and ringing but we were dead to the world.My mom heard the alarm and couldn’t figure out why Eric wasn’t shutting it off so she went into his room to investigate. She found the alarm ringing and Eric’s bed empty and obviously unused. My mom decided to check why I wasn’t up and about and came through the bathroom and into my room to find Eric and I spooning naked in bed. Needless to say, the shit hit the fan.We had no choice but to come clean and admit. Your problems should not be my problems. I need that material. I have a magazine to get out. And we have a contract. I expect it to be honored."As she was dictating into her phone, Raoul, the nineteen year old college student who worked as her house boy walked by. Katie made a pointing gesture towards the living room, which he fully understood. "Looking forward to your compliance. Regards. Katherine McClair, Editor-In-Chief."She pressed the 'send' button as the bare-chested Raoul returned..