<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mklKDdOnPn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/eiLVLqmx5jk/photo.jpg)</div><hr/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: Weaver Way -&gt; St. Clair's garage -&gt; Robinson Road</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Timothy</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> Sneaking away and "taking" him home ;D</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr/><br/>Yvonne couldn't help but chuckle slightly as he looked so nervous and cute. After he agreed to let her "take him home", she smiled and finished her drink.<br/><br/>The alcohol made her looser and much more adventurous. Without a moment of thought, she giggled like a school girl, grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the party. Hopefully without much notice, however, she had no real intention on hiding the young German with a nervous grin on his face. As they left, weaving through a slowly emptying house, she went out the front door. The whole time holding Timothy's hand and tugging him with her. As they crossed the street, she pressed a finger to her lips while looking back at him. "Shhh," she smirked, "he is probably throwing a fit that the meeting didn't go as planned,"....and probably her leaving him.<br/><br/>Then again, how was she to know that he was currently trying to...flirt with a pretty little girl in his office? Not that she was much better...Slowly opening the garage door, she paused and made sure he didn't notice her...or come out. After a moment, she went to the small cork board that held the car keys. In a neighborhood like this, you almost never had to worry about your car getting stolen. Once she had the key, she went to the passenger door and letting the liquor make her more adventurous, she pressed Timothy against the side of her KIA (http://az413908.vo.msecnd.net/99/photos/201510/1419/1722/1373935f-2b1f-4ae2-a832-9a0d5b7b367e.jpg). With her body pressed against his with her breasts smushed against his chest, their faces only inches apart, she smirked and unlocked the door. "Get in," she purred and finally let him go.<br/><br/>Going to the driver side, she went in the car and started it up. Looking over, her eyes darkened as she reached over. Her breasts pressed against his arm as she brought the seat belt over him and buckled him in. "Don't forget your seatbelt," she somewhat whispered before righting herself and pulling out of the garage.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>MOVED TO ROBINSON ROAD</strong></div><br/>