<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mfs9DGd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tennis Court<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 3rd, 4:50 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Salem continues stretching, and then she gives up the goods about the men she finds suitable as romantic options. But, Salem keeps her dream man a secret (to Rogue and to the reader. :p).<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>Autumn Tennis Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/XrBXtHZ.jpg)<br/><hr/>The wind swept through the trees and through the meager barrier of the tennis court. These things needed high fences to keep the balls from flying halfway across campus. Although, the fence didn’t stop the little green fuzzies every time. Salem’s hair whipped along with the direction of the breeze. Her breath came inward and she bit down deep into the stretch. Rogue’s question about class was a good one.<strong>“Ya know,”</strong>Salem started,<strong> “it’s a mix of people, some really dedicated students, some students trying to make up for lost time, or other teacher’s trying to expand their knowledge.”</strong>She let a whole breath cycle go through as she sank into the heat in her back.<br/><br/><strong>“And besides,” </strong>she added,<strong>“I get outside enough.” - “This is an age when…”</strong>Salem was starting to drift out of her stretch, and into a lecture about the ripe age of twenty-two, and how capable her brain was of accepting and archiving new knowledge. Instead, she stopped herself.<em>‘I don’t want to be that girl.' - 'Don't preach.' - 'Let your actions speak for themselves.’</em><br/><br/>Each of Salem’s legs stretched out in front of her, about two times her shoulder width. The wind teased at her modesty, but never rid her of it. She kept her hips in motion and reached forward, as hinged as a stapler, she reached out and calmly grabbed her feet. Gradually, she disengaged the rest of her back and put her head down. Her fingers reached under her knees. She giggled at Rogue’s suggestion.<br/><br/>This stretch was perfect for the tight spot in her back. Her head was rotating slowly to get every muscle in her neck hot as well. So, she stayed in this stretch for a little while longer than usual.<br/><br/>Salem let herself lift out of the pose. She got to her feet with a bounce in her step as she responded to Rogue,<strong>“Boys.”</strong>Her tone was rather numb.<strong>“Some of the boys are nice. I think I prefer the ...Men... on campus though.”</strong>A quirky smile crept over the left side of her face. She looked mischievous for just a moment. Salem's arms were going from left to right so she could stretch out her shoulder blades and flex her pectorals. She felt like she was allowed to be a little girly and excitable around Rogue. That smile was still on her face.<strong>“... I want to be a teacher’s pet for real.” </strong>It might have been the single most clever joke Salem Summers had ever told. Her timing was even well executed. Salem was proud of the joke, and proud that she was willing to say that outloud.<br/><br/>There was always a primitive part of her brain reaching out for physical contact at all times. But, Salem purposefully starved herself of that, and had for years. She wasn’t a hugger. She preferred to wave over shaking hands. And she was always afraid that she might send the wrong signal if she touched someone on the shoulder or the arm. To say that Salem was horny would have been a gross understatement. The woman was practically in heat and hiding it to an extent beyond belief.<br/><br/>She went into another stretch, rising her hands over her hand, rotating her shoulders back before putting her hands together above her butt, wrapping her fingers together and then stretching them back behind her.<br/><br/><strong>“I just feel like I have to be an x-man first.”</strong>It was reality time.<strong>“I’m still a student, I’m an achieved student, I’m older. I could teach if I wanted to…”</strong>Salem seemed to trail off. She had drifted fairly far off topic, and deep into her neurosis. However, She had gotten her point across, a little too well. It was odd how conversations, even simple ones, could actually teach a girl about herself. Salem's mind flared, she hadn't had the thought before, not truly.<em> ‘Do I want to be an x-man just so that I can finally get some ... some dick?’</em>Even the voice in her head was prudish. Salem had an attraction to a certain kind of man, historically. She just didn’t know what kind of man that was.<br/><br/><strong>“There is someone though… and I would... let him in, so to speak... if I could” </strong>That was about as naughty as she got. She hadn’t really gone into detail with anyone about this. No one had ever been close enough to pry out the names of Salem’s crushes before.<strong>“God, it’s embarrassing.”</strong>She let the concern was over her. The correct name would expose a lot about Salem’s personality, and she was tempted to give the most typical and non-controversial answer possible. She was biting her lip, caught up in the emotion. Her stretch released and she even checked over her shoulder as if she were in some kind of espionage film.<br/><br/>With one hand fidgeting with the loose bun that her hair was in, she pretended to admit who her secret crush was;<strong>“Demetri is a hotty.”</strong>She looked down with some shame. It was a bi-product of the humility on display. It would have been a good acting job if she really was faking it. But, there wasn’t much acting involved, as it was actually a half-truth. Out of all the students, Demetrius was especially tasty to think about. That man wasn’t the man that she had actual sex dreams about though. And neither her 'sex dream man' or Demetri was the man that she actually felt the most physically attracted to at the mansion. That man was off limits to everyone, it was too outrageous for her to admit, at times even to herself.<br/><br/><strong>“He seems more grown up than the others." </strong>Salem went on about Demetri.<strong>"I don’t usually like rebel-types like that,” </strong>now that was a full faced misdirection.<strong>“And there are others…” </strong>Salem was feeling something as she told Rogue about the men she found to be appealing to her. It wasn’t an alien sensation, but the feeling wasn’t entirely familiar either. She trusted Rogue, and she was feeling that connection. “...umm…” This one was controversial, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself.<strong> “...Bishop.”</strong>The ‘P’ in Lucas’ name was rather forced, as if she was afraid to finish the word. She swallowed hard and blinked a few times behind the Ruby quartz.<br/><br/>Salem’s throat cleared and she shrugged her shoulders. Going into her next stretch, she used some yoga background to get her obliques and her side engaged in a half moon kind of shape. Her feet were shoulder width apart and her stance was comfortable.<strong>“What about you? Any body catching your eye?”</strong>Salem wasn’t worried that the two of them might be after the same boy. For some reason, she had a feeling that their tastes in romantic partners were diametrically opposed.