Briefly, she considered calling Hannah, getting a few more details before she committed fully, but, as she held her phone she let out a little smile, ...if she did have a light inside, the torch on her phone would suffice. That, and she didn’t fancy hanging around in the stairwell for too long, dressed as she was at this time of night she would stick in the mind, maybe even raise questions.Tucking her phone away she came out onto the third floor, her eyes quickly scanning around, following the. . almost direct her through life and she was quickly realizing that her hubby of choice may not be that guy. Yet, she loved him and wanted to try and make it work. When we began chatting, it seemed that she might want to meet a guy to be her Daddy... manage her through the days and be the one whom she could confide in. As it turned out, she also had another another fantasy... one stemming from her hubbies desire to see her with another man. So it was that a plan was hatched. After several weeks. I hadn’t said anything at home, but I bet Sally had packed a bunch of clothes. I’d brought one set of clothes and an extra pair of shorts. Sandals would do for shoes unless we were going mountain climbing. We didn’t need clothes!The cabin was nice. Sally stashed our cold goods in the refrigerator and I moved around the two room cabin. We had a toilet and sink but no shower. The flyer said we had to use the communal showers. They were in a cinder block building kind of centrally located in the. "Why don't you talk to the counselors?"Stephanie didn't say anything."Let's go make an appointment now," I suggested."No, let me think about it," Stephanie said.The next day, Stephanie made an appointment to see the counselor to find out what her choices could be as well as the career opportunities if she switched to English. She talked to her dad and cried at me the next day saying her dad would cut off financial support if she switched."You're on full scholarship," I reminded her."But not for.