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Zen and the Art of Self Defense Chapter 2 - Take Down I look around my little apartment and for a moment, I get a bit emotional. I do that sometimes in the oddest of moments, it seems, but I try to control it and only when I'm alone, like now. This place has been my home and retreat for almost a year now, my first real place since I left my family. It took a while to get it looking right, and I was really expecting to be here for at least another year or so. Life sure does have surprises. I think back to yesterday afternoon and returning to Elizabeth's office, who besides all the paperwork I had to fill out, releases, government forms, etc., provided some more information about my new job. It includes providing me an ID swipe card which unlocks the doors, as well as mentioning additional benefits - such as a paid cell phone with all significant numbers already keyed in - and a little more of what I am to do. Also, how laundry is handled, where meals can be taken. And her manner is a little more relaxed. "Ms. Thomas is an exceptional employer and the staff here is deeply committed to her, as I hope you will be too." I try to agree, but she cuts me off. "I'm sure you mean well, but give it some time and you will better understand. She does have a few, oh, unusual, um, habits. Pay attention so that you will know what they are and how to work with them. Like this business of wanting to get out incognito, if you will. We aren't thrilled by it, but we all understand, and so will help her any way we can. You must understand this, too, that while she may want to try many things, some are quite out of reach, if she is to stay safe. And that's your main concern, to help her make the right choices." "I think I understand." "You'll catch on, and you'll learn and have to deal with a lot more eventually, but that will be another day. Just know that we all are in agreement that you are ideal for what she is looking for, and so we will support you as best we can. As we hope you will learn and want to reciprocate." "Oh, okay." I'm like, wow! That's good to know. As if she is reading my feelings, she continues, "It is a big responsibility, being trusted with the safety and well-being of another. And none of us would have allowed you to be here if we all didn't believe you could do that. The rewards do have the ability of being, oh, significant." She smiles an odd kind of smile at that, but I let it go. "Your schedule will be strictly dependent upon Ms. Thomas' schedule. She starts a new movie in a week or so which is why she wanted to try this going out business before that started. Once on the set, she will be extremely busy as you can imagine, but there may be times when she would like you there, or want to go someplace with you. As such, I'm not about to set up any kind of schedule or holiday or vacation schedule or even give you hope. You seem independent enough from your family, that you should be able to deal with it for a while." "I believe I can." "Good, now when you are with her, any expenses you incur for her will be reimbursed if you ask, those for yourself will be considered as your own." "I see." "Unless she goes on location and you are asked to join her, then all of that is usually expensed to the production." "Oh, okay. Good to know." "Finally, for now, when you aren't with her, we would like you to actually conduct some classes in self-defense for the staff, and Ms. Thomas may actually take part at times. Your official title is Trainer, so we think it would be good if you actually fulfilled some of that, but your main job is as bodyguard, or perhaps companion to Ms. Thomas, and that will always take precedence." "Ah, I was wondering about the training aspect. That would be great." "Good, any questions?" "I have my own cell phone, can I still use that?" "I suggest you keep it to a minimum, short calls, keep the conversations simple and perhaps only when you're away from here. The technology is advancing quite rapidly, and yours may not be all that secure." "Oh, okay, uh, when do I report tomorrow? And all that." "Yes. A van will be at your residence at 9AM, please be all packed and ready to move at that time. The driver will help you carry anything heavy, but he also knows what you will be allowed and not allowed to bring. Mostly big furniture. The bungalows are furnished, so it should mostly be your personal effects. You will accompany the van back here and start then." "Oh. Okay, um..." "If you have to leave anything, don't worry, the manager will be informed that it will be dealt with." I sigh. "Okay. I'd better get going, I'll have a lot to go through." "Fine, I'll have a driver for you in a moment," she says as she reaches for her phone. I ponder all that she has said, it's a lot. But I guess for the pay, and benefits, it will be...great. She finishes on the phone and gets up and so do I. "Chris? May I call you Chris?" I nod. "You can call me Elizabeth. I'm glad you accepted her offer. I think you are just what she needs right now." "Oh, thanks, uh, Elizabeth." She actually gives me a warm smile like she means it, "You're welcome, Chris. See you tomorrow." ... So much to think about as I finish my packing. I've got my clothes, and, yes, these clothes, too. They know, they didn't say anything, I didn't ask. These are personal. I debated for a long time whether to keep them or not. They look nice, I like them, but maybe I should just give it up, force myself to face what I appear as, not what I feel. Lord knows, I've tried. Sometimes, though, logic doesn't win out, but I'm not even sure I'm dealing with all the facts, either. So, anyway, I've also packed my mementos such as they are, my personal things, books, toiletries, my ancient laptop, a chair I like, it's not really that much, my exercise and workout equipment. After the ride back yesterday, they had let me off near the convenience store and I walked back to the fitness place. If anyone followed us, I'm not sure, as the car did circle the block twice before stopping, but I didn't notice anyone following me back to the fitness place. Watching shows like ET and TMZ has made me all too aware that the paparazzi are everywhere, and obnoxious, and in your face. I briefly told Avery about the interview, only mentioning being a trainer and he was very happy for me. I called Kevin and asked if he was interested in some slightly used furniture and filled him in a little less than Avery. He thanked me and I told the apartment manager to expect him. I certainly hope I get to see them both again. The apartment manager was very pleasant, more so than I expected about me breaking my lease. I cancelled my cable subscription. They weren't as pleasant. I forgot to ask if the estate had any kind of connections, cable, internet. I'm sure they do, they have to. My mom was happy for me when I called, as most moms should be. I only told her a little, but her knowing that I now have a full time job, reduced her worries. I asked her to call my brother. The van and driver arrive promptly at 9 and he goes through my apartment very quickly determining what is allowed to go. He includes all my clothing, (which is all packed) my personal effects and so on, but rejects my television (it's an older model), as well as several of the larger exercise pieces (saying that better ones will be available to me) and breathes heavy about my chair, but accepts it. We are loaded within a half hour or less, and as we drive away, I glance back with a little sadness, which disappears quickly as we approach the estate. The driver is friendly and we chat a little on the way, nothing important, though. We are still about a quarter mile from the gate when the he motions to me, "Mr. Fielding, I would like you to get down below window level until we are inside the estate. Unmarked delivery vans come and go here all the time, and my face is known, but two people in them is unusual. No need to raise any suspicions." I do as he asks, and in moments, we are in. He drives around back to the bungalows and stops by one. They are small and close together. Going inside, as the door is unlocked, it seems even smaller than my old apartment, except for one difference, but considering how nicely furnished it is, I have no complaints. A small galley kitchen, a nice living area, a small bedroom and small bath. I can live here. I find a key on the counter and it fits the door. The difference is there seems to be a second bedroom which is also fairly small. I wonder what that means. A few minutes after we arrive, the phone in the living room rings which I quickly realize is strictly an internal communications system, hard wired. It's Elizabeth and she says I'm to see her at 11 and to dress casually but neat. The driver helps me unload and then says, "A word of advice, don't ever be late to any meetings or assignments unless your excuse is ironclad, like you're dead." One more good thing to know, I'm thinking as I head over the main house. It's a nice day out, a little warmer than yesterday, and a clear sky. I arrive coming in a back door using the card swipe and as I walk to the front, I see the back of Jillian as she is leaving through the front door with one or two other people, one of those bodyguards, at least. I catch a brief glimpse of a limo out front waiting for her. I sigh as I realize I may not see her today, and wonder what Elizabeth wants with me. Probably set up some training, see how I'm doing, I suppose. I enter her office and she is sitting at her desk and I notice another young woman, blond, doing some filing it appears behind her. She looks like she is a late teen, college age I imagine, from how she is dressed and acting, and wearing glasses. Another employee I suppose, maybe a relative. Elizabeth looks up and smiles at me, a nice, warm smile. The young woman barely acknowledges my presence. Probably scared of Elizabeth. I would be too depending. "Good morning, Chris. Are you moved in?" "Good morning. Well, I am in, some things are still in boxes." She nods pleasantly and continues, "I should mention that there may come a time when the staff has to double up, which is why there are two bedrooms. That's if the need to hire more people becomes significant. Or other reasons, too. Just to let you know." "Thanks." I can't really complain, I didn't think I'd be spending that much time there. I hope any new roomie is decent. I let her last comment slide as I'm not sure exactly what it means. "I know you weren't given the chance to bring much of your exercise equipment with you, but if you would look over our exercise room, and give me a list of what you think we may be missing, and anything you want for yourself, let me know, and we'll get it." "Great, thanks, I will." "Now, why I called you here, since you are now working, Ms. Thomas is interested in going out for lunch today. You're dressed appropriately, good." "Um, didn't I just see...." and I stop and think for a moment. Elizabeth keeps smiling at me, as I look a little harder at her, and she asks, "Yes?" I stop looking at her and turn my gaze to the young woman behind her, "That's very good, you had me going." She turns around and gives me that smile again, which I instantly recognize. "Hi, Chris." And except for the smile, I would barely recognize her, glasses, minimal make-up, different color hair and style. "Hmmm, I'm not sure if I like you more as a blond or a brunette." "Wait til you see my redhead look! Are you ready?" "Yep!" "See? That confidence again." "You two please be careful out there. Don't get too overconfident," Elizabeth reminds us. "Don't mind Elizabeth, she's just subbing in for my mother." "I'll take good care of her, you can count on that." "Oooh! My big strong protector." We head out the back door where the van is waiting and climb into the back. Hopefully the decoy sent out will drag most the snoops away. "Is that young woman I saw awhile ago on your payroll?" "Yes, she does resemble me a lot, mostly because she is my sister." "Ah! Of course." "And of course nobody knows it, as I have tried to keep my family out of it." She tells me that she was raised in New York, her parents both in dramatic theater, so she had the 'bug' early. She appeared in some off- Broadway plays and was 'discovered' and signed for her first movie. The rest was just her drive and ambition. "My mother came out here with me when I first arrived, but she didn't like it at all, and left, but helped me find Elizabeth, who really does a great job managing my time and personal affairs. And my sister being here helps too, but she is only temporary. She'll have to leave soon." Somewhere around Santa Monica, we drive into a parking garage and stop by a rather non-descript newer Japanese nameplate car. "Ralph, I have to be back at the house by 3, so please be back here a little before 2:30, okay?" He nods, "Certainly, Ms. Thomas," as we leave the van and get into the 4- door. She looks at me and says, "Okay with you?" "Sure, I think there's time for lunch and maybe a little more." "This is going to be really nice, I can tell." "I hope so, anyway, so do you have any food preference?" "Oh, I don't know, I was thinking of some hamburger place like Carl Jr's." "I suppose, but wouldn't you like to go to some little Mom and Pop place that serves good food?" "Um, I...sure." "Okay, I know a little place not far from here they serve the best Thai food." "Thai? I'm not sure," she wrinkles her nose a little, and even that's cute. "Have you been to a place that knows how to make it? I mean really understands and does it right?" She thinks on that, finally saying, "Okay, I'm game. But it'd better be good." I laugh and she smiles at that. We get to the place and it's better than she could ever imagine. I'm thankful that Kevin showed me places like this. Jillian also likes the fact that she can even take off her sunglasses and nobody pays any attention. We start talking about ourselves and she tells me that her parents have split up but haven't finalized the divorce. She doesn't want them to, but they are adamant. Jillian explains that she really caught the acting bug bad in high school and just kept at it. She has had boyfriends even here in La-la land, but feels most of them are fake, although there may be one, as I catch a sort of wistfulness in her eyes. She's also experimented with girls and feels she could go either way, but she isn't seeing any particular person currently, although the tabloids keep trying to link her with lots of different partners. She then asks about me, and my life, starting with apologizing for having Kitae try to attack me. "I'm sorry, Chris, but I had to know that you are observant, can react quickly, and defuse the situation before it gets ugly. You passed with flying colors, and I hope you'll forgive us for that." "Hey, I would have tried the same thing with anyone who I was considering for that position, so apology accepted, but not needed." "Thank you. Um, can I ask about your Master Wu? He sounds like he's almost mystical." "I suppose he might be. He arrived very quietly, maybe mysteriously, and left even more so. But while he was there, it was, oh, really great. I suppose you might say, he replaced the father I never had. He was so patient with me, and willing to work with me especially at the beginning when I was really clumsy." "He sounds like a very special person. I would have liked to meet him." "He was," I say as I laugh. "What?" "He used to call me his special project, his 'xaio hua'." She looks at me sort of funny, "Is that what he called you?" "Yeah, I never looked it up, but he would also say 'special project', so I think it means that pretty much." She ponders that for a bit, as I look at her questioningly, "Is there something wrong?" "No, nothing," and she smiles again. "I really would have liked to have met him. If he ever comes back, please let me know." We're in a booth that is off to one side and she then asks, "Would you mind if I ask about your cross-dressing?" I take a breath and sigh and respond, "No, I suppose not. You know about it already. Just understand that I don't fully understand it myself." "That's all right. Do you do it often?" "No, I suppose if I let myself go, I might. Well, I probably would. I certainly get urges enough." "Hmmm," she thinks on that and then asks, "Do you have any clothes? Did you bring any with you in the move?" I get a little red-faced, and say very quietly, "Yes." "Please, I am not offended or think that odd in the least. You've been very honest about it, and that's fine with me. I'll tell you around here, there are stories about the people here you wouldn't believe including a lot of famous celebrities. So don't even begin to feel you're different or strange in any way." "Thanks." "Um, could I see them sometime? Your clothes?" "Oh, um, I suppose," I get a little wide-eyed, I hope I'm doing the right thing, but she does know and she is paying me, and she certainly hasn't demanded to be taken home. We finish lunch and Jillian is still in a very happy mood. "It's not quite 1:30 and I don't want to go back yet." "You want to go down to Venice Beach and do the Ocean Walk?" "Do you think it'll be okay, there's a lot more people there who might recognize me." "Jillian, as pretty as you look right now, I'm not sure I'd recognize you, except for your eyes and that killer smile." "You're just saying that, but don't stop." "Here, let's ask the waitress. Hey, this young woman thinks she looks a little like that actress, Jillian, um, what's her name? Thomas, yeah, Jillian Thomas. Do you think so?" The Asian woman looks at Jillian for a moment and Jillian doesn't smile. She then adamantly shakes her head, "No, wrong hair, color, maybe eyes a little, but no. Maybe you look like that Lindsay Lohan girl." "Ugh!!! Please, not that!" I laugh, "See I told you, but to me, you're beautiful." The waitress laughs, too, "You stay with boyfriend, he very wise and has good eye." I pay the bill and we head on over to Venice Beach. I remember coming here years ago, but like everything else, things have changed. We park in a lot which because it being a weekday isn't that full. And we walk along the Ocean Walk for a while, where Jillian finds a few things she wants me to buy for her, which I do. Nobody notices us at all, except that she is one of a number of fairly attractive young women. She puts her arm in mine as we walk and sometimes grabs my hand to pull me into one of the sidewalk stores. As she is back to wearing her sunglasses, as I am, we look for all intents and purposes as just an ordinary couple out for a walk. Except of course I am constantly scanning everyone within sight. We finish up by walking along the shore in the sand, for a bit, taking off our shoes and letting our feet get wet, as Jillian says, "Chris, this was been really wonderful. This is exactly what I wanted, and needed. I won't be able to do it very much, but when I can, this is just what I want. Thank you, and you've been wonderful company." "Well, you're welcome. If you want to give me ideas on what else you're looking for, there's lots of places we could try out. Anaheim, if you catch the traffic right, isn't that far." "No, I really don't want to go places that are business related, Universal, Disney, I want it more real, like today, touristy is okay, but casual, not much pressure." "Okay, maybe Santa Monica pier, Huntington Beach, the Tar pits, if you have the time La Jolla is interesting." "You know, I think I'd like to go shopping, Beverly Hills, maybe. That would be a real test, wouldn't it? "Yeah, that sounds....good." "Oh, I think you may enjoy it more than you think right now." "Yeah, sure." She laughs at that as we drive back to the garage. On the way back to the estate, we talk about the day, and a little more of ourselves, and then she is quiet for a moment, before asking, "Chris, if it's all right, I'd like to stop by your place later tomorrow night, maybe around 8 or 9? Is that all right?" "Oh, sure! I should be finished unpacking, and should have the place in order. You're welcome anytime." "Great, I'll be looking forward to it." I am wondering what she's thinking as we arrive back into the compound with no problem, and she says, "This was wonderful. Thanks so much, and I'm so glad I hired you and you accepted." She gives me a kiss on my cheek and as she heads back inside, I go over to my bungalow and continue unpacking. I reflect on the afternoon, and I feel pretty good about things. We went out, Jillian had fun and actually so did I. It was a nice feeling being with her while keeping vigilant for anyone who might cause problems. It doesn't surprise me in the least that some tabloids are calling her American's next sweetheart. She surely showed me today that she is cute, fun, intelligent, caring. Maybe it's all an act, but the staff here seem to be highly supportive of her. That only comes from believing in the person. I go over to the main house and the kitchen area, after I get my place into a little better order, around 6ish. Meals are basically buffet style, with several selections at each meal, probably because schedules here are rather hectic. One of the bodyguards is eating at a table. "Hi, can I join you?" He looks up and smiles, "Sure. Plenty of room it appears." "Thanks, my name is Chris," I say as I reach my hand out. "Stefan," he replies as he accepts my handshake, firm, but not obnoxious. "You just started here, didn't you?" "Yeah, I was interviewed yesterday and here I am. Things move fast around here." "Same with me, I think they do an exhaustive background check first, so they don't waste time. You pass the interview and you're hired. So, I hear you've been hired as a body guard." "Uh, yeah, I suppose it's that, though my official job description is trainer. My specialty is mixed martial arts and self-defense. So I'm to keep her, um, Ms. Thomas safe while she gets out for a quick meal or shopping or something. " He nods, and replies, "Me, I like the bright lights, the crowds, the scene, but I also understand that we all havta kick back a little. I'd never even consider going out for a bite with Ms. Thomas. I'm glad she listened to us three, though. We've been hinting at somebody like you for a while now." That's a relief, I was thinking there was always the possibility of professional jealousy, but he has defused that issue. They really are here for her. I'm beginning to understand. He continues, "You keep her safe in those situations, and you'll have our support. Do you have a training schedule set up yet? Me, Thad and Aaron are interested in working out and seeing what you've got." That's interesting, I think as I reply, "Not yet, in a day or two, I'm still getting my feet wet here. But, yeah, sure, I like showing different moves. I'll put something together, soon." "Hey, no prob, anyway glad to have you aboard." "Thanks." We talk some more and he mentions that this estate is actually rented which explains why there aren't a lot of furnishings. Jillian is still deciding where she wants to live, and the studio (which released her first movie and has signed her to two more) knew of this availability, so she took it, and the price was right (wink). He finishes his meal first, and as he gets up to leave he asks, "Hey, sometimes in the evening when Ms. Thomas only needs one of us, or no one, we head out for drinks. You interested in joining us?" "Yeah, thanks, sounds good. I think I'll be busy tomorrow night, but let me know, whenever." "Sure. You know, I agree with Thad, I think you're gonna work out. See ya!" "Hey, thanks, see ya." This is really something, better than I had really expected, and that friendly challenge, that was great. Of course, they'd like to see me up close. Wouldn't have expected less from them. I head back to my place feeling a lot better about this job. I think it may actually work out. The conditions are great, the pay is great (well, I suppose I should actually see some, first!), I'm pretty sure I can handle the expectations. The people all seem great. Back in my place, I continue sorting through stuff, watch a little TV (they do have a really good selection, both cable and satellite), go through my evening exercises and mediation and off to bed, first time in a new bed in a year. It does seem comfortable, and I like the smell of the clean sheets. The next day I'm up, check out what they have for breakfast, exercise, jog a little, check out their exercise room, explore the grounds a little. I stop by and see Elizabeth and give her a short list of equipment I'd like to have, fill her in a little on the previous day. She says, "This looks fine, I'll get it ordered. If there's anything else you may need, food you'd like, just let me know." "Thanks, I will, but so far, everything is really great." "Looks like you two had a good afternoon, listening to you and to Ms. Thomas. Please continue to be careful and watchful. Just enough crazy people out there to keep us on our toes." "I promise, and I'm beginning to see what you mean about Ms. Thomas and how you all feel about her." "Good, keep paying attention, and meeting her needs, as best you're able. You'll do fine." I leave and head back to the little gym, and begin doing some serious workouts and start looking into how I want to set up classes. Jillian seems to be gone the entire day, and I pass Kitae and Thad and just exchange brief pleasantries. Both are friendly and welcome me, and restate what the others have shown to be their feelings about our employer. And both say they are looking forward to the training I'm to provide. I suppose I could leave the estate if I wanted, but I have no desire at the moment. I eat alone, and head back to my place, wondering what Jillian, Ms. Thomas, (gotta learn when to call her each), is going to want. Of course, I'm also ready for a begging off or postponement as well. I guess I'll find out soon enough. Which comes a little after 9PM as I'm starting to wonder if she got busy. A knock on the door, and I'm ready as I can be, I guess. I open the door and she is standing there, just as beautiful as I have ever imagined, with her dark hair, flashing blue eyes, gorgeous smile even dressed as casually as she is now, jeans, a tee, very noticeable figure. "Hi, Chris, all right if I come in?" "Hi, Jillian, sure, you're welcome here anytime." I have to admit, I still have that crush on her, that I'm now pretty sure her bodyguards have, Elizabeth has, Kitae probably, the van driver. And it's funny, I just want to be near her, with her, doing things, talking. I have barely thought about any kind of sexual encounters, though I have wondered. It's one of those street legends about Hollywood that leading ladies have slept with a lot of their staff. Who knows how true that is, really. "I'll say it again, I had a wonderful time yesterday. Lunch was scrumptious, the Ocean Walk and on the beach was perfect. Especially compared to today. I was too busy to enjoy much." "Great, I'm glad you liked it. Can I get you anything? You want to sit?" "Water and a lemon slice would be great. And thank you, I will," she replies as she sits in my chair. I get us both glasses for the bottled water as she looks around and says, "I see you're pretty well moved in, good." "I didn't have that much, really," I mention as I'm returning. We talk about the day for a few moments and then she says, "Um, Chris, what I asked yesterday afternoon, I'm still interested, would you mind showing me?" I'm surprised again, and feel a little flush coming on as I think about my clothes, but reply quickly, "Sure, I guess. They're in the bedroom. Now?" "Yes, but only if it's all right with you," she says as I realize I can't say 'no' to her, I breathe and reply, "Okay, let's go." So we get up and head back there. My heart starts pounding and I feel a lump in my throat. I've never showed these to anyone, never really talked about it, and now here is this almost Hollywood Star wanting to see me at my most vulnerable and intimate moment. I force myself to breathe steadily and a little deeply as I don't want to start getting too unsteady, although I do feel a little weak in the knees. I take her back to the closet and show her my wardrobe, which is towards the back and side of my closet, and she fingers through the assortment of slacks, skirts, tees, camis, tanks, the few dresses. I am hoping fervently that she won't be offended or upset. That's too often the way we live, fearing to be found out. She stops occasionally as she sorts through them and says, "Oh, this looks really nice. So does this." After she's finished as I just look on, she turns and asks, "Do you have intimates, too? Can I see them?" Now the flush comes a little fuller, but I stammer, "Uh, right here," as I turn and open a lower dresser drawer. She sifts through the several bras, panties, and pantyhose, a few other items, and then startles me with a question, "Have you ever been properly fitted for one of these?" She is holding one of the bras. "Uh, no," I get out, overcoming my shock at that question, with a twinge of embarrassment showing. Continuing like she didn't notice it, she says, "Hmm, okay. I saw your shoes in the closet, they look decent, though I wonder how you can handle those really high heels." I smile a little through my blush, "I, um, can manage." She sort of nods, "Yeah, that's about the best any of us can do, manage," and before I can consider what she has just said, she asks, "Is there anything else?" "Well, this other drawer, but," "Hey, it's all right, I'm fine with it." I take a breath, still quite worried about this whole adventure, and hesitantly open it, displaying two wigs, breast forms, some simple cosmetics, jewelry, a gaff, all of which, bending over, she rummages through, and I'm feeling really flushed right now. I mean, I know clothes and things are one thing, but I'm fully aware I'm now showing a much deeper level of involvement in my desires. Can she handle this? I don't know. She stands up and looks at me with a slight smile, and then at the closet and dresser. "Chris, let's gather these all up and get them out of here." She pauses. My heart sinks as I hear it, I guess this is it. It's too much, I imagine. And within a beat continues with, "and put them in the other bedroom. No need to have them mixed together here. It will probably work out a lot better. Okay?" I am in shock again. "Oh, um, sure." "You haven't put anything in there yet have you?" "Nope, um, Elizabeth did mention that there might be roommates in some future time." "I know, I heard her. I suppose that may happen, but it's a long ways off. I'm going to have to become a lot more successful before I can afford too many more people. And I, we, may move before then. Come on, let's get this done." "Oh, uh, yeah," and we grab the hangers full of the clothes and an armload or two of the other items and get them put up in the second bedroom. Jillian directs me to where she thinks things should go, separating them out into separate drawers. "If you want, you can rearrange this all later, this is just a start." I can barely mutter an "Okay," as I'm fairly confused right now, what does she mean by 'start'? What is going on here? How does she feel about all this? When finished the room actually looks a little feminine with a jewelry box she pulled out of a drawer into which she has placed my different items, my brush and comb next to it. She also sees and pulls out a bed coverlet that has light pinks and blues. All this doesn't take that long and when she is finished looking over the room, apparently somewhat satisfied, she turns to me and grabs my hand and starts pulling me into the living room saying, "Come on, Chris, it's time we have the talk." "Talk?" She doesn't respond right away as I'm not exactly sure what she means, but I let her lead me out and we sit on the couch with her continuing to hold my hand. "I'll get right to the point, and then we can talk about it, all night if it comes to that. I'm now extremely puzzled as to what she is getting at, having absolutely no clue. And all night? "Chris, I said I wanted a body guard and a companion. You have filled that role so far marvelously, more so than I had imagined when I first decided I wanted someone. Yet as much as we enjoyed yesterday, I really don't want a guy with me doing those things, I want someone who can also be a girlfriend." I'm wondering, is she telling me she doesn't want me anymore? I thought... I mean, yesterday was so...good. What is happening here? What did we just get finished doing? Before I can think any more on this, she squeezes my hand lightly, I guess to keep me focused, which I'm failing miserably at right now, and continues, "I may bring a guy friend along at times, and let's face it, another guy would just be in the way. That's why my bodyguard and companion should look, act," she pauses and then quietly says, "and be like a...no, be a girl," she pauses again, looking directly into at me with those eyes, which are almost hypnotic, yet pleading slightly, and that smile, the one you, I, can't refuse, and says, "And I think I've found her," and after a short pause, "No, I know I have." To be continued......