<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/de/46/00/de460000d103b2a84c5891d8aeb1819e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>St. Cloud, Minnesota | His Apartment | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Silky Levres (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br/><strong>Content:</strong><em>What am I doing?</em><br/><hr/><br/>Back pressed against the wooden door, Wyatt lifted a shaky, clammy hand from his side and plucked his glasses from his nose. A pent-up breath escaped his chapped lips before he massaged the bridge of his nose with his fingertips. It took a few seconds but finally he was able to calm down the thundering of his heart, pounding in his ears. Only then did he notice the conversation taking place on the other side of the door.<br/><br/>Sharpened senses were not required to hear Silky and what he presumed to be her clones as they adamantly discussed their respective opinions of him. He realized it was wrong to eavesdrop, as they obviously believed him to be out of earshot. However, he could not bring himself to push away from the door and head into the kitchen, provide her with the privacy he promised upon his retreat.<br/><br/><em>He didn't even look!</em><br/><br/>Slowly, Wyatt’s eyelids rose to display a cluster-fuck of emotion on display within his expressive dark brown eyes. From the sounds of it, Silky wanted him to see her naked. Did she also want him to really go through with the entire pay for sex crap too? It did not make sense. He honestly thought she would be grateful someone did not want to use her like some object without any other purpose but to satisfy others.<br/><br/><em>Maybe he's gay.</em><br/><br/>He swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat, before he resituated his glasses back to their proper place. The world became realistic again rather than abstract, shapes gaining meaning rather than being meaningless blobs. Silky’s words were harsh but it was not the first time he failed to live up to someone’s expectations.<br/><br/><em>He's just a hopeless nerd.</em><br/><br/>Indeed; he was.<br/><br/>Enough heard, Wyatt abandoned his post at the bathroom to return to the living room. He then sat down on his bumpy couch, grabbing the remote from the coffee table, and turned on the television. The news reports were not encouraging. News reporters were always the depressing sort but these days their reports seemed especially glum. It did not help that a lot of their time was spent dissecting people him.<br/><br/><em>Criminals. Terrorists. Threats.</em><br/><br/>When Silky finally emerged from her bath, deep snores answered her question.<br/>