<div class="floatleft">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/Hailee%20Arrival_zpsecdngstq.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hailee Spencer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797231#msg12797231)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1, 2018 | 10:30 a.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the yacht<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><----  + cut off jean shorts<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Okello<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Someone's .. happy to be there! The barest of gropings<hr/><br/>In truth she let the hug go on for far too long.  Long enough that she could identify the smell of him beneath the salt of the ocean air.  Long enough that her fingers could lightly map the skin just over the waist band of his swim trunks.  It couldn't go on forever though and with a final tight squeeze she stepped back, mouth turned into a happy curve.<br/><br/>"It has been forever!  And yeah, finally graduated n'everything. I mean it's not medical school like you and Griffin, something that my parents aren't afraid to point out it ..." only then did she look down enough to notice that not only was the straw brim of her hat kind of dented but it was hanging quite lazily off the front of Okello's shorts.  All on its own. She .. well damn.  She'd heard the phrase 'sporting a hat stand' once before but had never really understood it until this very moment.  She flushed slightly and then leaned forward a little bit, rescuing the beleaguered head gear before it could fall from its perch.  Fingers brushed against the ridge of his cock where it pressed against the white fabric and she tried very hard not to stare.  Granted she failed gloriously, but she did try!<br/><br/>Oh right.  They were having a conversation!  Somewhat desperately she tried to replay in her head what he'd said last.  Something about work and her major?  "Yeah .. umm... ended up with a communication studies degree.  Someone told me once that so much of life is about communication.  Turns out he was right, and I'm actually kind of good at it.  Not always talking to people, clearly, but getting people to talk to eachother?  I've done some radio broadcasting internships.  If you talk to my brother he calls them my 'phone sex operator days' because he's an asshole and the midnight to five am time slot brings ... an odd bunch of people.  But it was fun."<br/><br/>The longer she talked the more the awkwardness flaked away. "I have no idea what I'm going to do now, other than enjoy this vacation you were so nice to offer me!  Seriously I can't thank you enough for the invitation.  I've heard good things about Fhloston though.  Would it be totally stalker like if I admitted to doing some research when Griff mentioned you were working for them?  He's all kinds of jealous by the way.  Ended up working at North Middlesex, the hospital's apparently a wreck, they have all kinds of administration problems there from what I gather.  Certainly no company island get aways provided. You're a lucky man!<br/><br/>Nibbling her lower lip she tried to think of a nonchalant way to bring this up, but instead decided to just go for it. "So are we sharing a room? I mean.. I don't want to cramp your style if you have other plans.  You can tell me to get lost and I promise I won't be offended.  You are hot, and I all kinds of like you, but we're not here together together right? so I don't want you to feel like you need to do anything you don't want to do..   Was there a kind of wistful note to her voice? God she hoped not.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>