Bringing Brittany to your home. When she complains about her body aches, you ask if you can give her a massage.

Perhaps it is a stroke of good blessing that you were given a place of your own to live in, even though it's right next to your parents' home. Then again, it's nice to have someone keep a good eye on your pad, when you're spending most of your weekends out of town, for one thing or another. You also don't have to worry about making mortgage payments, because the family used the extra money made from running the sports bar & restaurant to pay it off. All you just have to do, for upkeep, is pay the utilities & property taxes.

The house itself isn't very large for a Santa Barbara 4-bedroom, 2-bath home, but it suits you just fine. You use the master bedroom as your own bedroom, and the other three bedrooms as an art room, and temporary storage places. There had been moments where you considered letting Brittany move in, but that hasn't happened, so far. Otherwise, you keep your refrigerator & food stores as well stocked as possible. Your garage is also large enough for your car, a pedal bike, and a washer & dryer appliance set; something that Brittany can see when you pull in, even late at night.

You lead her in, where she can see the reasonably meager amount of furniture & other things in both the kitchen, dining area, & living rooms. She puts her bags down in an empty corner of the living room, then sits down on one end of the couch, and starts to remove her street shoes & socks. You do the same yourself, watching her whenever you can.

"So this is the place you got from your family?" She asks you.

"Yeah, this is what I was given." You tell her. "My parents live next door, using a good stroke of luck with the family business, to pay for this house & the property, with the extra money--18 years of saving up, while I was growing up."

"So you're the only child in the family?" She asks you.

"The younger of the two children my parents produced." You tell her. "My older sister moved to San Jose, when she married a computer wizard, of sorts. She still comes down, when she can."

"So what do you use the extra rooms for?" Brittany asks you next.

"Mostly for storing old stuff." You tell her. "I do keep a third spare room as my art room. That is where I do most of my drawings & coloring. I also keep a couple of computers there."

"Interesting that for all the things you do, that you have noone else to share the house with." Brittany tells you. "Or at the very least, rent out a room or two with some loyal friends of yours. The rent money would help you with your upkeep, as well as to pursue your artistry dreams."

"I never thought of it, myself." You tell her. "I'm very sure my parents would have to approve the renter or anyone else that moves in with me."

"What would you do, if I could move in?" She asks you. "Would you give me one of the rooms to serve as my bedroom? Maybe I could use the other spare for a home gym, given the tight spaces you've seen at my family's home."

"That would be nice, if your parents allow it." You tell her. "I know my parents approve of you, and you could pay your share of the upkeep. What holds me back, though? There are two things that come to mind right off the back. The first, obviously, are my guy friends in art, who are not that much into wrestling, as we are. The other concern, is a former high school classmate of mine, who frowned on my decision to pursue art & wrestling at the same time. She felt that I could follow a similar path like her, and become a medical doctor or something. But I love to draw & color, and I've been following wrestling since I was a kid."

"I followed wrestling, too, as a little girl." Brittany tells you. "Although I did get my degree in sports biology & medicine, I always wanted to stay in shape, and be a wrestler myself. Speaking of wrestling, it's a good thing you drove tonight, because my body is aching right now."

"Do you want me to give you a massage?" You ask her.