Jake moved out of the way of his father, carefully examining the activity between him and the strange, new girl. He was shocked at how strongly he spoke to her and how easily she obeyed, but, more than anything, he was confused. Who was this mysterious woman, and what was her relationship to their father?<br/><br/>He looked over at James, trying to see if he could understand the situation better than he could, but then heard the order that his father had proposed to him. Jake's eyes shifted down to his hand which was holding his towel up around his waist. He knew that it wasn't right attire for him to have greet a guest in, despite the fact that he didn't know that she was a guest at the time. That didn't mean that he was ashamed of it though. She was a beautiful girl, and it didn't bother him to know that she had a view of his muscular, tone body. The thing was, his father had taught him much better than to show off, especially in front of James. Jake gave a sigh, before heading up the stairs to his room.<br/><br/>On the way up, Jake couldn't help but try to piece together what he had just witnessed in the doorway from his father. It was obvious that neither Jake, nor his brother, knew who the girl was, yet his father had known her. It bothered him. There had to be at least a twenty year age difference between the two. How could they possibly had known eachother? Could it be that his father had finally become one of those older man who had gotten himself a significantly younger girlfriend? Jake had hoped not, knowing that it would be difficult for him to deal with having a new mother that happened to be around the same age of himself and his brother. {{That couldn't have been it, though. No man talks to their girlfriend like that.}} Jake begcan to think. {{He talked to her more like she was a......}} Suddenly the image of the note that read 'slave' appeared in his head, causing his thoughts to come to a halt.<br/><br/>Finally, Jake had reached his room, getting changed into a tight, white t-shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts. He still dressed casual, despite the fact that there was a female of the house. This was where he lived, and he could dress in whatever made him feel comfortable. He wasn't going to change his way of life in order to try to impress some strange girl that he just met, and barely new anything about. Jake went back down the stairs and went to meet his father in his home office, whether his brother was already in their or not.<br/><br/>Once he got in there, Jake had tilted his head at the sight of the girl as she knelt by his father's desk. It seemed that the girl was acting just like the word that hung around her neck. {{No way.... I'm just over-exaggerating.}} He thought to himself, trying not to jump to conclusions despite the obvious signs. He went over to one of the chairs that were meant for himself and his brother, and sat down, waiting for his father to explain everything. {{It'd be too good to be true....}} Jake thought to himself one last time.