<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/>"BING"...<br/><br/>The email notification went off again, and a smile crossed his lips when he saw who it was from. He read the message several times, and then sat back in his chair to ponder her latest words. Women could be like that, he knew for a long time now. Enigmatic, their actions more emotional and less logical at times, sometimes they were a complete mystery to men. And this one, this French beauty whose ways were like different than any American's at least to some degree, were even more a mystery.<br/><br/>The thought made him tingle in places that sent a chill down his spine.<br/><br/>'A man truly after my own heart, allowing the night to take a hold of him and go whereever it wishes. I do like that.'<br/><br/>In that single line, she seemed to embrace spontaneity, and he would do his best to keep that in mind. Plans and outlines were one thing, but sticking to a strict agenda was another and she didn't seem to be that type of gal. His sudden desire to take her out -this very night- was an example, and she seemed to appreciate it.<br/><br/><br/>'I greatly enjoy the company of a man who is willing to go with the flow instead of expecting to control everything. As I'm sure you can understand with my line of work and all.'<br/><br/>Another insight into the workings of her mind. She doesn't like controlling men - and likely, with how gorgeous she was, she had likely already had her share of those. While Theo -could- understand how man, having gotten ahold of her, would try to jealously guard that which was his, Theo wasn't like that. Not that he wouldn't want his woman sleazing around town when he wasn't looking, but she was an adult, of age, and intelligent. She could make her own decisions. Theo chuckled softly, remembering Terran and his response. That was -so not- Theo. If Mel were -his-, and told him as much herself, and some man approached her to speak with her, Theo would be -proud- of that, not jealous, knowing that another male wanted her attention. In the end, the important thing was who Mel went home with.<br/><br/>Whooooa, he thought, getting WAY ahead of himself. She wasn't -his- by any stretch of the imagination, and as arousing as that thought was, it was a silly thing to contemplate, like sitting around planning to spend the millions you planned to win from the state Lotto. Sitting there fantasizing of how he would or wouldn't act if she was -his- was a sort of self-flagellation, though in this case he sure didn't mind the results.<br/><br/>And the mention of her line of work... yes, the picture was becoming clearer now as he focused on it. She had to be 'physical' to some degree with her clients. Her clients would inevitably include men. And inevitably some of those men would be handsome, and some would hit on her, proposition her, and so on. Theo could imagine a jealous boyfriend or lover not approving of her line of work, and that would surely cause friction. And again, while he could certainly understand the reasoning, he also knew such men were simply insecure, and that was where all of that fear came from.<br/><br/>As if proving his point, he read over her last line again, as well.<br/><br/>When you stop in we should set you up an appointment, it's a wonderful experience and could help a great deal with your tension.<br/><br/>She would set him up an appointment, even though she doesn't promise that -she- would be administering it personally. He chuckled as he imagined beautiful Mel setting him up with the appointment, but then arriving only to find that the person giving him the massage was none other than Olga, the six-foot three hundred pound woman from Russia with hands of steel and cement!<br/><br/>It was a wonderfully kind offer, but then his eyes settled on the last part of the sentence. Tension? Why had she felt that he was 'tense'? Thinking back to their meeting, he sure didn't remember being tense, only a little...<br/><br/>Intimidated. He groaned a bit. Mel had -really- caught him off-guard, and his attraction to her had probably been obvious. "Yeah, honey, I have some -tension- you can take care of," he muttered to himself with a smirk. The intimidation he felt was fleeting, and had been replaced with absolute desire for a woman of unbelievable beauty, yet to -her-, he had simply come across as tense. How could he explain that to her... in the most delicate way possible?<br/><br/>Biting his lip, he wondered if he should reply again. When would all his replies become 'too much'? She probably had real work to do, while he was rather slow at the moment. Still, he thought, nothing -forced- her to respond. If she was busy or not interested in responding - she simply wouldn't.<br/><br/>He hit 'reply'.<br/><br/><em>"Beautiful Mel,<br/><br/>Putting trust in our feet to guide us where they will is the best course, I think. Who knows what sights they might show us? I'm game to walk beside you in this, if you are. I'll even hold your hand if it would put you more at ease.<br/><br/>'Go with the flow' is my middle name, and I -respect- your line of work, and I admire you for pursuing your dreams.<br/><br/>That is a very kind offer you make, and it would be even more enticing if I were permitted to specially request the person who would be putting her hands on me...<br/><br/>With deepest longing,<br/>-Theo"</em><br/><br/>Again, he read it several times, making sure it wasn't overly forward or rude. Once he was satisfied, he hit 'send', and sat back in his chair, looking at the clock once again, slightly grumpy that only a few minutes had past since he looked at it the last time.