<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 34pt;"><em><strong>Jessica "Jess" Dianna Dehn</strong></em></span><br/><br/>(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/tumblr_mauug2UgJG1ry57bco1_500.jpg)</div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><em><strong>Dylan:</strong></em></span>Dyl is my best friend.  We've been through a lot together and she's always been there whenever I've needed her.  We met in the dorms our Freshman year of college, and we've been fast friends ever since.  She's modeled for me on a number of occasions, I actually did her head-shots when she was first entering modeling, and I've even shot a few nude poses of her, the negatives of which are securely in her possession.  She's not quite a sister, though if I had one I'd want her to be like Dyl.  It's funny that gaming seemed to bring us together.  I was super excited to find another female who liked video games as much as I did.  Dyl's helped me expand my interests, though.  It's true that I'm not really the outdoors person.  Don't get me wrong, I like taking pictures of anything and everything, including the beautiful places at the end of a six mile hike, I just didn't do any of it until Dyl dragged me along.  I'm not against jogging, hiking, or camping, especially with friends, but those aren't my strong suites.  Dyl's helped me overcome that aversion to a degree.  I still like being pampered and hate sweating or feeling icky, but Dyl's helped me to at least tolerate those things.  (WIP)<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Greg:</strong></span>I first met Greg during an open mic at one of the local bars.  His band was playing and I happened to be inspired enough to take some pictures.  Apparently they saw me and after their set they confronted me about the photos.  I thought I was really in trouble, that I'd pissed them off, and I really didn't want them to break my camera or anything stupid like that.  After I showed them the pictures and offered to delete them or give the band the negatives, Greg spoke up.  He convinced his band mates that the pictures were good and that they needed a PR person.  The next thing I knew I was agreeing to come to their shows, take pictures, and help promote them on campus.  That quickly led to running a website for them, and then becoming their official photographer.  Greg's made it big since then, and while he's left his band mates behind, he's offered to keep me on as his personal photographer.  I have my doubts that I can compete with the music industry's finest, but I'm going to try.  He's also decided to keep the website going and I've agreed to manage that for him.  Outside of business, we're close.  We flirt a lot, though nothing has come of it.  He's a nice guy, and I could see myself being with him, but he's got that "Rock star" mentality, which is likely what attracts me to him, but is also not exactly "boyfriend" material.  Mom and dad have actually met him, but they were rather inquisitive as to whether we were involved.  Other than a chaste kiss upon the cheek between friends, we've never done anything more than flirt.<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Alex:</strong></span>WIP<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Reynald:</strong></span>WIP<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong><em>Dannie:</em></strong></span>WIP<br/>