<div class="floatright">(http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g9/2C00L4SCH00L/male-model.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Xavier Diaz<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Backyard<br/><strong>With:</strong>Leda<br/><br/>"It's alright. Don't beat yourself up. We just gotta keep looking." As Leda swam off to the diving board, Xavier stood, stretching his body from having been in a crouched position. Briefly, he thought about why he had come to such a place in the first place. It was all to finish his college education, but was it really worth being in a place with people he wasn't sure if he felt comfortable with? Xavier knew, though, that it wasn't the people. He knew that somewhere along the line, he had lost the need to be with others. Any man in their right mind, having seen a girl as gorgeous as Leda jump into a pool in her bra and panties, would have immediately stripped down themselves and jumped right in after her. So why didn't he?<br/><br/>Upon hearing Leda rise out of the water, Xavier turned around. His eyes did a scan over her body. In her clothes, she was hot, but with her body exposed, she was flawless. As she offered him a key, he took it, but paused for a moment. An odd thought occurred in Xavier's head as he watched Leda as she laid down. He remembered that sooner or later, he'd probably have to fuck Leda. It was vulgar to think in such a way, but it was the utter truth. It was to be a requirement for the scholarship. Vulgar things usually didn't bother Xavier, but every since he had arrived, things just seemed... off. All he wanted since arriving was to be alone in his room, but why? What was he so afraid of that he couldn't give a pretty girl the time of day? In the pit of his stomach, Xavier knew what it was. It was the same thing that kept him distant from others since he left New York, and it was the reason Xavier questioned coming to the house in the first place. He was afraid that he'd get back to his old ways, but at the same time, he had no other option. it seemed inevitable.<br/><br/>Frustrated with himself, Xavier turned and walked away, back into the house. "Gotta treat it like it's just another gig." He kept telling himself under his breath.