Brayden Adair, a scared young woman of nineteen spotted Jenna flirting with Jay Greene, the strange, attractive young man who had skin to match his surname. What did he have, Brayden always had wondered. Was it Chlorosis? Doubtful a man past puberty would get a pubescent girl's disease. Brayden had struggled to find out what it was for a while. He may have thought it was non communicable but what did anyone else know? What did he know? Had he real searched out his disease fully. There could be conditions, special loopholes. Even, no especially diseases found loopholes. It was as likely as the moon falling to the earth that Jay's disease could be passed on to some unsuspecting young person such as Brayden in the proper conditions. The moon falling to the earth, in Brayden's mind, was very likely.<br/><br/>Of course Brayden wasn't stupid as her thoughts may have made others think. Brayden was a genius. She never strayed under her standard A+ in any class. She never fell behind on notes, always a step ahead of anyone. She only did these study groups because it raised her chances at keeping her average grades up a quarter of a percent. In a world where any life threatening accident could happen; in a college campus where any minor hacker could throw the system completely out of whack anything helped. So Brayden went to these study groups, often finding it to degenerate into babble that she was scared would turn to even less educational things. The young Scot was rightfully scared of everything. After all, at any moment man driving a paper truck could drive through a dump a ton and a half of crinkly, origami folded paper on top of an unsuspecting nineteen year old woman like herself. The world was full of dangers.<br/><br/>A native Scot, Brayden stood at 5' 2", her breasts barely reaching their modest C cup. Her gold rimmed glasses were round and thick, the woman nearly blind without them and only marginally well seeing with them. Her long, curly red hair was always a wondrous sight to behold and constantly she was bugged by young men who wanted to date her. Of course Brayden thought of everything as a potential trap with one exception. Brayden had been born and lived in Shetland until she was twelve inheriting her incredibly heavy Scottish accent and never being able to lose it. Still at eleven she moved away and ran upon, in her trek away from her home, to a cave. She was assaulted there by a horrible beast made of tentacles. She was ravished, abused and worn to nothing until a solid, and highly "reasonable" realization came to her mind. Everything Brayden feared was highly probable and most certainly lethal. A ninja monkey in a business suit was surely a lethal enemy to behold. Being stuck inside a pill bottle would deprive the woman of oxygen in minutes. Everything in the world was lethal and scary. Still inside that cave she was safe. The tentacle monster, after Brayden had stopped her futile struggling, had caressed her softly and filled the young girl's world with pleasure. It was safe within the grasp of the beast no matter how scary it looked at first. In the arms of the monster Brayden knew that she wouldn't have to fear any images of homosexual authority figures reaching out to accost her and the third Wednesday of the month would be nothing at all in a world of pleasure where Brayden was safe, unable to tell the date through her ecstasy.<br/><br/>The knock at the door made Brayden jump as she sat in the room later that night. Jay Greene was to enter and take part in the study session. He was going to study with them, explain things from botany class that Brayden already knew well enough to the others. Hopefully Brayden would be able to recognize any communicable symptoms before it was too late. She would have to stay anyway but if she recognized what Jay Greene truly had she would be fine. Still Brayden wouldn't have had to worry at all if she knew where that cave was now. She never remembered where it was before but she knew that if she had simply stayed five years ago all would still be good.