The next few weeks passed by quickly. I was posted in various parts of the house and it amazed me that only one person lived in this huge house. I thought about how sad it is to be locked away. Even though Ashley’s room was huge and all her food was delivered to her it was still a sad life to live. I only saw her one time the first month and that was only because I bumped into her after she went swimming.

I was walking down towards the big closet where all the cleaning supplies were when I realized I forgot to put my hair up which is against the rules so I turned quickly down a hall and as soon as I turned the corner I ran right into her, we almost knocked each other over but I grabbed her arm quick and neither of us fell I was so scared I thought for sure she would hit me but she just smiled at me and looked down. It was weird she looked a little embarrassed.

"Ohh….I…I’m so sorry I should have been more careful." I was tripping over almost every single word.

"It’s ok I…I…was just going to go swim." She took a step back realizing that we were still holding each others arms and moved back so I could continue on my way. I thought it was weird that she was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt going swimming but I didn’t say anything I just thought she must have stuff by the pool.

"It’s Spencer right?" I looked up and even though she had already made it pretty clear I shouldn’t look her in the eye I couldn’t help it. I looked up and I felt lost. When she looked at me it was like the world melted away and I got lost in her for a minute. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me I…..I wasn’t gay why was this woman having this affect on me.

"Yeah…Spencer…Spencer Smith-Carlin." I held my hand out to shake her hand I didn’t know what else to do. She looked at my hand for a moment and I felt like I should have never held it out but after a few awkward seconds she shook it and then she looked at me funny.