When Chino arrived at his place, his roomies Tim and Jarred were on the couch playing the latest X-Box game.  They hardly paid attention to him as he walked toward the room in back that was his.  It was an old house near the campus, one that was constantly rented out to the students.  Three small bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen, and a den, all which felt like a small box.  He entered his room, a place that was kept tidy and clean compared to his roomies.  But the room was small and austere with furnishings; a single mattress on the floor, a cheap computer desk, and shelving made with cinderblocks and boards.<br/><br/>Chino rummaged through the papers on his desk and found what he was looking for; the STD test results from two weeks ago.  Put it in his bag and… waitaminute…shit!  Chino had left his book bag back at Jade’s, so distracted he was by the girls (especially Jackie) and the weed.  He needed his bag back, he had his notes in it and didn’t have Jade’s number.  Well, crap, he thought.  He decided to go back after doing a few things first.  He worked on his paper with what he had and when he couldn’t take anymore, started his exercises.  Chino was in excellent shape and kept his muscles defined through a rigorous workout which included a five-mile run and some cross training with weights.<br/><br/>After working up a righteous sweat, Chino took a long, hot shower.  An hour later he was back outside, wearing a faded set of cool jeans and a snug rust-red t-shirt he had picked up at a Goodwill store lat week.  It didn’t take long for him to come around Jade’s place and reaching the entrance, was floored to see a familiar sight.  Jackie!<br/><br/>“Hey Jackie,” he started as he approached her.  “What’re you doing here?”<br/>