"He has a prospect stationed outside the door, and he keeps checking on me. He said that he didn't want me unprotected with new people in the clubhouse. He also had his dad send the other ladies home. He didn't want me alone, though, so he put me in our room with a prospect. I guess that they are all still out in the common room, going over things. I've heard voices get raised a few times, but I have no clue as to what is being said. How is Midnight doing?" I asked him.
"They're probably just trying to figure out how to go about all of this s**t. And what to do. He'll check on you soon, I'm sure. And he's good. His head feels fine, and he's ready to get the hell out of here already. He's bored as f**k. He can have the TV on and watch it, but he cant have his phone or a tablet yet, and it
