This prank was going from vaguely amusing to annoying now.Catherine got dressed in the most conservitive outfit she could find (which still showed off... her stomach and legs) and went down to the living room hoping to find some answers. Instead she just had more questions.The usual early birds of Nu Epsiolon Rho were all down in the living room, but they were all dressed more like they were going to a party friday night than their second day of classes. Catherine was also surprised to see that. I reply to her to not worry and that it'll never be spoken of ever. She replies almost immediately...*Well...now you've seen, what do you think? Like what you saw?*Gathering myself after receiving another shock to my system, I wonder if she's being serious, or just having me on. I decide to just be honest and say Andrew's a very lucky man and that she's a stunning woman. Then my thoughts began to change, maybe there's a change she wants me, and that's why she wants to know, before I could think. Amelia, for all her incredible talents, was as good a cook as Kim Jung-un was a leader of North Korea - completely inept. She couldn’t fry an egg, and somehow, even with simple boiled eggs, the shells would stick to the eggs, un-peel-able. Peanut butter and jam sandwiches ended up so overfilled they had the shape of an apple turnover, and would squirt their contents with the first bite. She could serve herself a bowl of cereal effortlessly, but I didn’t consider that a skill.I cherished her. Don had been making a minor repair in the little bathroom that connected the two adjoining bedrooms in preparation for the arrival of Joan's kid sister to live with them when he made a discovery. He had noticed that the wall between the two bedrooms was unusually thick and began examining the walls, which had floor to ceiling mirrors. He finally found that the narrow wooden panel by the outside edge of the mirror was hinged and the little door opened into a narrow corridor that ran from the.