As soon as Brett said he'd been putting it to two or three students at a time, Brook's lips parted in surprise and her hand came down on the table just hard enough to land on her spoon and send a bit of her key lime pie flying before it became a decoration on the wall. She watched it all and knew her face was bright red by the time that food had traveled its course.<br/><br/>She quietly excused herself from the table to get a wash cloth and some cleaning supplies to take care of her little accident. The lecherous thoughts Brett said their analyst had about her and Jenna had her quirking her eyebrow as she rejoined them at the table. “Just what did you read? And how?” She started working on another glass of wine, even though she knew it would make her tongue loose.<br/><br/>As Carver told his story, Brook enjoyed what was left of her pie. The last bit of his talk caught her attention and she leaned forward in her chair. “You mean are we willing to have sex with each other?  I was under the notion that they wanted us to develop feelings and then sex would naturally come after.”<br/><br/>She smiled wryly, “If you're asking if I'm personally willing to hop into bed with all of you and get into this relationship, I'd have to say that the intent is yes, but the way to go about it baffles me.”<br/><br/>Brook took a moment to think of how that had come out, and was not sure if it had come across as she wanted it too. She started picking up the dishes that people were done with and taking them to the sink. It was a good way to hide, by washing up after dinner.<br/><br/>Of course it wasn't going to help her achieve the goals the group set out for, but there was a lot to take in on the first day.<br/><br/>