<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">It didn’t serve a point to junk up her mind with hope of what she defined as being a great vacation. The invite alone to come up to the vacation house, was enough to break away from the drum beat of the city life. She pushed her car over the speed limit when she got out past the city limits. In the back seat were three suit cases she crammed with just about everything from her wardrobe she owned. Not sure what to expect on this vacation, Irene just took a chance on being over prepared and brought at least five different outfits that were suitable for any occasion with shoes to match. Running a hand through her hair helped the wind toss it about. Her pale yellow sun dress with tiny light blue roses, was if anything comfortable reaching as low as her thighs; add a pair of dark brown slip on sandals and she was set. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Reaching over for the directions read where she was to turn off and just in time too, she was approaching pretty fast. Irene had just enough time to slow down and make the turn. The black Jaguar handled smoothly shifting down to ease into the turn. She grinned thanking her cousin inwardly for letting her borrow his car. But not without a warm sentiment of if she gets one scratch on it she will pay for it. The music in the car was deafening as she pulled up into the drive way of the vacation house. After shutting down, the red haired beauty stepped out the car and pushed up the driver’s seat to reach in and unload her suitcases.  </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Once that simple task was over she adjusted the load and looked over the place as she walked toward the house. It was fantastic and a far cry from any city life. The fact she actually heard the birds singing was a plus in her book. It beat hearing the constant rumbling and rattling of a train going by every 20 minutes near her studio apartment. What can you do? It was close to the university and what she could afford on her budget. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Another guy (Luke) had arrived minutes ahead of her in a cab that drove off. She looked up hearing him just knocking on the door. Walking up to stand on the porch joined him in the wait. She learned to not be so open in first encounters. But this was new and all coming were also invited or close friends of the hosts. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Looking over at the guy decided to speak and be cordial up front since she’ll be spending time new friends. With a measure of confidence and poise she spoke, “Hello I’m Irene.” She said. Her deep green eyes carried a smile just before she gazed back at the door. In her hurry to drop her load in some room decided to try the door. “Hey it’s opened already.” She said with a measure of relief. Her bags weren’t exactly light so she stepped in quickly and set the heaviest of the three on the floor.  Yes call her bold if you must, but there wasn’t any sign that said knock before entering. </span>