<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/connor_zpscd597627.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Werebear<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dark-colored t-shirt, clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>3:35 pmish, August 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Stonehenge Antiquities<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open for business<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The antique and bookstore owner literally bit his nails as he awaited a response. And it didn't take long.<br/><br/>He read it - and sighed deeply in relief. He had -just- started to think he had pushed too far, but instead, she responded with more playfulness, which he had hoped. He smiled and hit 'reply', and began to type a new message. This time, though, he decided he wasn't going to push his luck.<br/><br/>Theo suddenly became lost in thought, remembering what she had worn to his store earlier in the day. If she wore THAT without panties... he'd probably die and go to heaven, or would think he had! He shook his head briskly. ~Stop thinking about her panties, perv,~ he told himself, and began the letter to her in return.<br/><br/><br/><em>"Dearest Mel,<br/><br/>PLEASE wear no panties or bra and straddle me..."</em><br/><br/>He groaned, hitting the backspace key to erase it all, then started again.<br/><br/><em>"Sweetest Mel,<br/><br/>Allow me to lay you down and -devour- you until you forget your own name..."</em><br/><br/>Another deep sigh and a long press against the delete key.<br/><br/>~Focus,~ he told himself. Thoughts of her like this were starting to have other effects on him. The urge.. the primal nature of what he truly was, was tapping its massive paw against his conscious mind, wanting to be free. He had learned long ago to contain it, but certain stresses would cause it to rear its head, sometimes against his will. Lust was one of those stimuli, but usually he could still control it with a bit of willpower.<br/><br/>It had just been -so long-, now, that old feelings and emotions in his mind that had gathered cobwebs, were just now being reawakened. Even if the date turned into a bust and he never saw her again, there was some serious house-cleaning going on in his mind.<br/><br/>Theo took a breath, and began to type.<br/><br/><em>"Sweetest Mel,<br/><br/>I love surprises, and hope you do as well.<br/><br/>Side of the building, no problem. With help, we'll be able to leave a bit early, if you'd like.<br/><br/>With great anticipation,<br/>-Theo"</em><br/><br/>Then he hit send. There. A bit tamer than last time, so hopefully she wouldn't be TOO shocked at much of what he said.<br/><br/>Now, it was just a matter of biding his time until five thirty or so... or until she sent another reply. But it was clear to him that he wasn't going to get much more work done today.<br/>