<div class="floatright">(http://static.gofugyourself.com/uploads/2014/03/476402777.jpg)</div>Character: Eve White<br/>Occupation: Housewife<br/>Time: Lunch, August 21st<br/>Location: The Barn<br/>Tagging: Josh<br/>Content Warning: Head still a little sore, wicked ideas<br/><br/>Eve would be hanging off Josh's arm, still a bit nervous but a lot more relaxed than when people saw her earlier beginning to relax into the spirit of things. She pouted a little when Virgil mentioned the studs still needing to go about their duties not realizing it, a deep rarely expressed part of her wanting to conjure up notions of sexual gratification with him for every waking moment she was here, rutting and giving in to such base desires. She would not voice such ideas, nor fully allow them to form yet still it was hard for her, so close to desire and achieving hers goals but instead for the moment did as she always did, what was expected of her.<br/><br/>Eve bit into a drumstick and smiled sweetly and asked Josh if he'd like one... her other hand gripped the toned arm she held onto and she could feel herself getting moist again about what those strong arms could do around her, drawing her closer as she felt her-. She bit into the drumstick again trying to stay in the present and avoid such sinful considerations, chewing just a little glumly but continuing to smile.