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[center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center]
	Mondays.  Does anyone honestly like Mondays?  It’s the beginning of the work week (or school week for those who are still in college).  You probably would have been enjoying your two days off on the weekend when you finally realize that you need to get back into the swing of things starting immediately Monday morning.  Many people have to get up early when they had been enjoying sleeping in later than usual on the weekend.  And those who have not finished their homework have to frantically get their assignments finished before class starts.  For Athena being the ‘Goddess of Wisdom’, she apparently looked over the fact that I [b]too[/b] had things to do over the weekend other than run around Lost Haven in spandex.  I swear that that woman will be the end of me by using me as a little pawn in her contrived games.

	I sipped on a small glass of warm tea, since the heated liquid would help clear up my throat on this cold February day in Ohio.  I reclining in a chair at our kitchen table, sitting in front of my laptop.  Since it was still pretty early in the morning, I still wearing a pair of pajama pants and a gray shirt with ‘Buckeyes’ printed on its front in scarlet letters.  When I was placing the finishing touches on one of the essays that I had been working on for the last few hours, I suddenly heard a knock at the door.  Who could been coming over at this time of day?  Once I had pulled myself from my chair and walked over towards the door, I glanced through the peek whole on our front door and discovered who had knocked on our door.  What did Danielle want?

	[color=B22222]“Do you know what time it is?”[/color]  I asked her with my voice lowered so that I would not disturb my still sleeping roommates once I had unlocked the front door and opened it.

	“Sorry about that, but I have been meaning to ask…”  However, her train of thought fell away once she got a look at me.  Now that I think about it, I have not seen her since my involuntary ‘extreme make-over’ that happened a few weeks ago.  While I would not have been surprised if my roommates had acted like this momentarily, Danielle has no excuse, considering what type of occupation we [i]think[/i] she’s involved in.

	[color=B22222]“Um…”[/color]  I tried to break the silence, although it did not make the situation any less awkward.  [color=B22222]“For your own sake, I’m going to [i]assume[/i] that you have been hiding the fact that you’re a closet Michigan fan because of the way you’re staring at me.  But what were you saying?”[/color]

	“Oh, yes!  I heard a rumor on the grape vine that you either got some work done or are quite the late bloomer.  So, I just came over to ask whether you would want to tag with me along later today when I head out for work to see if I can set you up with a gig or something.”

	[color=B22222]”Um…I’m not really interested in entering into the porn industry.”[/color]

	Once I started to close the door, I suddenly heard Danielle speak.  “What did you say?”  Then I suddenly realized what I had done.  At that moment, even though I could not see my face (obviously), I just knew that my face almost matched the letters that ran across my t-shirt.  Why the heck did I say that to her face?  My roommates and I all had our suspicions that Danielle’s ‘modelling career’ was not quite family friendly, but we never had any hard evidence.  And now I could feel that I had something coming for me.

	[color=B22222]“Um…nothing.”[/color]  I tried to lie myself out of this extremely awkward situation (even more awkward than how this situation started).  However, my attempt did not succeed.

	“You seriously think that I’m a porn star?”  She questioned me.  Now was the moment she was going to rip me a new one, or at least that what I thought would happen.  However, instead of belittling me over accusing her of being an ‘adult actress’, Danielle broke out into laughter.  I just stood there in the doorway, shock at what was happening, although I was not sure it was caused by my little slip of the tongue or her reaction to it.

	Once she had regained her composure after her outburst of laughter, Danielle pulled out her cell phone from her pocket and began messing with it.  After a few moments, she shoved the screen in my face, revealing one of her modelling pictures.  Shen then began to swipe her finger across the touchscreen, which caused even more pictures to appear.  While I can safely say that you wouldn’t see anything of these in your JC Penny’s or Kohl’s sales magazines, these pictures did not quite match up with my accusation.

	“Now who’s the pot calling the kettle black?"  She finally replied to me, although she said something else under her breath.  [sub][sub]"I mean, you’re the one with stripper tits"[/sub][/sub]

	[color=B22222] “What did you say?”[/color]  Was she insinuating that it would have been more likely that [b]I[/b] was the porn star?

	“Nothing.”  She smiled back at me, mimicking what I said when I tried to deny my unfortunate slip of the tongue.  “So are you in or are you out?”

	I knew that I had only one option open to me.  I only agreed to go with her out of embarrassment and so that I could at least try to make up for what I accused her of being.  The only way I could make myself feel better about my little predicament is that being a model is usually every girl's dream, until reality sets in and reveals that most people cannot even start dreaming of reaching the bar that was set so high by the "beauty industry".  However, when I got back to my seat in front of my computer, I could feel this nagging feeling in my heart.  I just knew that she was going to get back at me somehow this evening.  I just know it.