<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>~ Marisol, in her room after the run ~</em><br/><br/>The melodic tune of Norah Jones filled the bathroom as Marisol stepped out and dried her body, singing softly, <em>"I want to walk with you...On a cloudy day...In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high...So won't you try to come."</em> This was her favorite thing to do after a run; to come in and shower and let music soothe her soul. She loved music; and when Mrs. Taylor had firmly said 'No electronics', Marisol had almost died. Not literally but still...she had to do a lot of pleading and begging and promises of NO INTERNET before Mrs. Taylor reluctantly agreed to let her bring her laptop with her music. Marisol would have transferred it all to her IPOD but...she didn't have that much space.<br/><br/>There was a moment of hesitation when she pondered what she should put on. Last night had been the first night that they had all met and had gotten to know one another. This morning would be...easier. Calmer. Or...she hoped! Deciding on a pair of white lace boyshorts and bra, she slipped them on and shivered at the feel of the fabric along her skin. The run had left her invigorated, ready for so much more in this day.</span><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>And I want to wake up with the rain<br/>Falling on a tin roof<br/>While I'm safe there in your arms<br/>So all I ask is for you<br/>To come away with me in the night<br/>Come away with me </em></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Marisol paused and couldn't help but grin. Norah Jones just about summed up how she felt right now. She wanted to feel safe...not just in Marcus' arms but in Bo's too. And she knew she would, she felt that about them. A little sigh slipped out of her as she thought about both men. While she felt that connection and that...bond between Marcus and her. She didn't with Bo. And that troubled her...a lot. Giving her head a mental shake, Mari slipped on her dark blue jeans and buttoned them before reaching for a white silk undershirt before buttoning up her Ivory Jersey Cardigan (http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/6871/23406944.jpg). Once she felt she was ready, she turned off Norah Jones and brushed her hair out. "Done!" Mari said as she looked in the mirror, leaving her hair down to dry. She decided on no make-up, since she had no idea what the plan was for today. Slipping on her white sandals, Marisol picked up the empty mugs from the night before and made her way downstairs.</span>