Thread: Roses and Jasmine (Victorian and Whisp)

Jasmine woke up at her normal hour of 6 am despite the problems shed had falling asleep. Nightmares had plagued her sleep along with erotic dreams of men coming to her room throughout the night. The conflicting nighttime visions had made for a restless bed tossing night, and she could easily sleep another six hours at least. Squirming a little to twist onto her side and find a more comfortable position, she spotted her computer on the side table, hypnotic colored ribbons flying over the black surface. Remembering her email to the professor brought a tint of color to her cheeks. Maybe he won't read it, she though with a long drawn out groan and pulled her laptop over. A tap on the space key and her screen flashed a few times before caming back to life. A few clicks later and she was in the Universitys mail system. Gods, he had already responded. Jaz read the reply through a few times, shaking her head. She really had come off like some spoiled child instead of the levelheaded woman she knew herself to be. Spending a few moments searching and than reading more on the professor's credentials had her cringing even more. She had just sent an email to one of the most respected authorities on Cambodia, and instead of discussing her own work, she had whined about problems that, if not common knowledge, were well known issues that aid groups had been working on for a very long time. If she had taken the time to do a simple google search, she would have known about the organisation and could have stopped herself from letting her emotions get the better of her. Sitting up a little straighter, Jaz gathered her hair into a tail, and twisted it a few times, then used the cloth elastic she almost always had resting around one wrist or the other to bind her hair up loosely while she thought about how to respond and maybe save a little pride. To jroseuniprof.com Goodmorning Proff. Rose, I just wanted to start by apologizing for my very emotional email last night. I am currently working on a paper and was startled by the extreme violence that was occurring in one part of the country, while other parts are practicing exciting traditions that seem to give woman the entire control of who they accept and don't except into their lives. I will of course do my best to speak out for the Women Count in Cambodia organisation. As a student, I wont be the largest contributor Im sure, but I do know a few families, and can make suggestions to them for this worthy cause. Tapping her lip for a moment, Jasmine wondered if she dare ask for sources to help in her own studies...or would that come off callous? In the end, she couldn't waste a chance to dip into the knowledge she was sure Professor Rose had an oceans worth of. I hope Im not being too forward in asking this, but Ive been researching the Kreung tribe mating rituals and hoped you might know someone that I could speak with about the subject? Researching how this Tribe has such contrasting convictions as the rest of the country, might give a hint in how to change things. I find the tribes traditions and rituals fascinating and would love to focus in on them or any other tribes that hold the same beliefs, in my paper. Anyway, I thank you once again for your patience with my less than professional, wine encouraged correspondence. Yours truly Jasmine After hitting send, Jaz snapped the screen down on her laptop, rubbed her tired eyes a few times and made her way to the bathroom to get ready for her day. Hopefully this email would help her less than stellar first impression on the handsome Professor James Rose.