<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>~Marisol: Introductory post in Marisol's bedroom after the tour of the castle~<br/><br/>4:35pm</em></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">"Did you have any questions, Marisol?" Miss Taylor asked as she watched the Hispanic female walking around the spacious room.<br/><br/>"No, Miss Taylor," Marisol Trevino said as her head turned, her luxurious black hair shifting and swaying along her back as she walked towards the woman. Her  white floral dress (http://www.pokharacity.com/photos/lifestyle/summer-dresses/white_floral_dress01.jpg) shifted against her body as Mari shook the psychologist's hand firmly, flashing her an easy smile and adding, "You have been really helpful. Thank you for the tour of the castle."<br/><br/>"Not a problem, Marisol," Miss Taylor said as she glanced at her watch. She nodded to the room, "You still have quite a bit of time left, so please don't hesitate to freshen up and make this room your own. It will be for six months." With a slight wave, Miss Taylor disappeared, shutting the door quietly behind her.<br/><br/>Looking around her room; pleased to see that they had accommodated her likes and pleasures all around the bedroom, Marisol took a seat on the love seat at the foot of her bed. "<em>Ay Dios Mio</em>," She breathed with a soft laugh. Even though she had been excited about this adventure, it hadn't really sunk in until the limo driver had been pulling up to the castle. A castle. When Marisol had stepped out, she had felt like a princess in a fairy tale. But Disney fairy tales did not beginning with the princess answering an ad for a Polygamy Experiment. A slight grin crossed her features. No, this was her own fairy tale.<br/><br/>Standing up, Marisol moved to the window of her bedroom and sighed at the beautiful view she saw looking out. No matter what happened during these six months, she was going to enjoy them. There was nothing really holding her back. She had no commitments except to her family; and she had made sure to tell them she was going to be 'working' and could only call them once every week or two. That should be more than enough for her Aunt and Uncle. And even her parents in Puerto Rico.<br/><br/>Turning to look at the bedroom once more, Marisol opened the closet door and began to unpack and hang up her clothes. The tour of the house had shown her that whoever had thought of this had been thorough. There were shared bedrooms, reception rooms, things to do together or separately. It looked like...the perfect Polygamy house. Here, everyone could be free and open but private if they so desired.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Mari couldn't wait until 8:30. She wondered if someone else had arrived already or if she was the first one. For a moment, she debated exploring the grounds but she knew that Miss Taylor wouldn't appreciate it. <em>Patience,</em> she told her in one of their sessions. <em>That is something you will make an effort to learn in these six months. Patience, Marisol</em>.<br/><br/>"Patience," Mari murmured except she couldn't keep the slight smile playing along her lips. Anticipation. Marisol was ready to get this six month trial underway!</span>