<em>Bo - Outside arriving at the island</em><br/><br/>Bo stepped off the small ferry's bobbing deck onto the steady wood planks of the dock.  The crisp, cool ocean breeze tousled his brown locks as he adjusted the large duffel bag slung over his right shoulder.  His heavy boots thud against the solid planks with each step as he strode toward the man waiting patiently beside a forest green golf cart with white awning.<br/><br/>As Bo approached, the man stepped forward.  "Welcome, Mr. Woods, may I take your bag sir?"<br/><br/>"I've got it, thank you.  And 'Bo' is fine,"  Bo responded with a polite nod.  "Suppose I'm riding with you," he remarked, making his way around to plop down in the passenger's seat.  He slid his duffel bag onto the floor between his legs and leaned back, propping his right boot on the dash that extended across the front of the passenger compartment.<br/><br/>The gentleman took his place in the driver's seat.  The cart lurched forward.  As the driver expertly guided the cart up the paved path which led to the hilltop castle, he made small talk, describing some of the island's history and indicating points of interest.  Bo's mind filed away the information, while he quietly contemplated what was to come in the days ahead, his gaze surveying the lush island.  His state of mind could best be described as cautiously optimistic.  Trained to excel, he wasn't particularly surprised to have been selected for this project.  His unique background would open many doors, he knew, but he still wasn't certain that he was the best fit.  If his fellow house mates were attractive and pleasant, as he presumed that they would be, then he would at least try to enjoy himself.  The next six months would be as much an experiment for him as it would be for whomever organized this project.<br/><br/>Regarding the organizer of this experiment, Bo knew he could have used his contacts to find out more, but he was serious about exploring this lifestyle and chose to approach it in an honest way as was the intent.  He also wasn't yet certain that he wanted any of his old contacts to discover what he was up to.  Only his best friend, and former teammate, knew where he was and why.  Bo knew that if the experiment turned out to be a sham and he had been intentionally misled, then he could choose to handle things differently at that time.  But he fervently hoped that was not the case.<br/><br/>When the cart had pulled into the pebble covered courtyard, the driver passed Bo off to Miss Taylor, whom Bo immediately recognized from his interview sessions.  Seeing him step out with bag in hand, she was astute enough to not offer any assistance as she greeted him.  This detail was not lost on Bo, nor unappreciated, as they began a leisurely tour of the premises.<br/><br/><em>(Move to his bedroom http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=86340.msg3806202#msg3806202 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=86340.msg3806202#msg3806202))</em>