The following semester, I had some help from my parents, and being the frugal Shut-in I am, saving money was easy and I was able to get a nice studio apartment. It was a long bike ride or just as long as a bus ride to the campus. But it was cute, it had a tiny little patio, separate kitchen area and the bathtub was one of the old ones with claw feet. I spent hours and hours Naked in that tub. I would like to think that the next people that lived in that apartment became my blood relatives just based on the pure amount of DNA I may have left behind. I loved that little place! The neighbors were both men in their mid thirties. They treated me like a little sister and basically made me feel incredibly safe. There was the occasional glance but neither of them ever gave me so much as the time of day. Probably because in the 6 months I lived there, I made eye contact less than half a dozen times. I was a spaz!