<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/alexander-3.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Mykal Taylor<br/>Age: 28<br/>Race: Human<br/>Occupation: male model<br/><br/>Mykal was bored out of his mind. He had not received another job since last week. Though it was probably because of the fact that they needed to develop the photographs. He walked around town and ignored the fan girls. Unless he needed to get laid, which he didn't, none of these beautiful woman were his type. He needed someone with fire and passion. Not just in the bedroom but outside of it. He needed someone who could keep up with him. In the bedroom and out of it. He needed a woman who knew what she wanted and when she wanted it. Not an easy shoe to fill with him. He could have any woman he wanted except one that fulfilled his needs and desires.<br/><br/>He was not one to give up control. It would be a blue moon before he gave his control in the bedroom over to a woman. He could negotiate out of it but in the bedroom he was quite controlling. He shook his head as he walked down the street. There. A store out of the way and secluded for the most part. He could duck in there while the crazy fan girls went elsewhere. He opened the door and stepped inside. Looking around at the shop which seemed to sell a little bit of everything. He just stood inside the entrance to the shop and looked around. What an interesting store. It almost looked like a mix of the antique store meets modern day nicknacks. It was an interesting store to say the least.<br/><br/>He began to walk around and look at things. There was so many cute things. He stopped though when he saw the backside of a woman. Even from behind he could tell by her curves and build she was very attractive. He shook his head as he was not here to pick up some random woman. He was here to look around and hide out for a bit. He could not help but study the woman before he looked around once more. Noting when the woman looked at him. Smiling at her. "Hello ma'am." He said with a respectful tone. He looked around. "Quite an interesting shop you have here. Mind telling me more about your fine establishment?" he asked. He had a greek accent that was sexy and to die for.<br/><br/>His hair though was blond from his mother who had been half greek and half american. He was three-fourths greek and one fourth american. He looked into her eyes. "It is nice to meet you my name is Mykal Taylor. What might your name be?"