<div class="floatright">(http://i47.tinypic.com/2r3b42c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hi, I'm Jim Beem.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Room<br/><strong>Tagged: Fuckin' <em>everyone!</em> Awesome!<br/></strong><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169405.msg7988939#msg7988939">Quote from: Stella Maris on 02-04-2013, 17:36:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Yeah, I got one. Are there going to be cameras following us to classes and shopping and stuff?"</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Jim's eyes flicked over to Sandra, looking her over briefly before answering. "Another good question," he replied cheerily. "No, we're not going to be following you off-site at all. Just the cameras in and around this house. We don't know what happened between Xavier and Aubrey when they left together for an hour this evening, for example." He winked, suggesting that he had an idea what had happened. "And unless you discuss it within the household, we won't ever know. It keeps the audience guessing."<br/><br/>He considered whether to add more, and then decided that honesty was the best policy, here. "If you feel that the house is getting overwhelming, and need some privacy, some quiet time to yourself, I'd suggest that you could rent a motel room for a night. But don't make a habit of it, because our producers might feel that you're not honoring the contract."