It had been a long day and she was finally glad to be on the ground.  Stacy had finally arrived for her summer internship - all the way across the country, a first for her.  She knew nobody but her professor strongly encouraged her to accept the position, and she had, even though it was very much out of her comfort zone.  Much to her surprise, her boyfriend of two years even supported her.  The cab pulled up to the house and Stacy couldn't believe it.  She knew that this couldn't be right - the house looked amazing.  She double checked the address, and reconfirmed with the cab driver.  He assured her this was correct and she paid him as he unloaded her two suitcases, then he went on his way.  It was too late for her to back out, which added to her nervousness as she approached the house.<br/><br/>She was introduced to Scott through a mutual friend, yet she had never met him in person.  He seemed nice in his emails and was always very helpful.  She was embarrassed that the temporary living arrangements were so glamorous.  He had definitely delivered on his end of the deal.<br/><br/>There she was, simply wearing her favorite pair of low rise jeans, a pair of flats, and a fitted tee as she approached the front door.  She feared she would be outclassed from day one, yet there was nothing she could have done about it.  Her stomach was in knots as she tentatively reached out to the door bell.  As she pressed it, she was again embarrassed and hoped that nobody was trying to sleep - the bell was loud and extravagant.  Scott had promised her that he'd let the house owner know that she was coming and she would soon find out.