<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/SimonManchester.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Simon Manchester  (http://URL)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Caroline Milano<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The walkway before the rooms door on the first floor<br/><strong>When: </strong>Saturday  August 2nd early evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black long shorts and an Alabama Football training top white Nike running shoes<br/><hr/><br/>All his life , well at least since high school , women had come easy to Simon, they threw themselves at him and he happily caught them, sometimes for twenty minutes , sometimes  for a day and never longer than a couple of weeks, of course that had all gone to custard when the Atlanta Falcons were a team portrayed as more interested in getting laid than playing football. Simon had been at the edges of the controversy but it had been made perfectly clear that if he wanted a future in the game football had to come first.<br/><br/>After that it had and right at the tail end of the season he'd been made a starter he'd broken the franchises record for total yards in a game by a wide receiver twice, in three games , one of which had been in the demolition of  the unbeaten and soon to be champions Seahawks, then on the last play of the last game of the season an injury that was healed now , finally , but he wasn't game ready , the doctors wanted him to rest for another two weeks until he would be ready to train again, he'd decided to come to Bekamor , knowing that upon his return he wouldn't be allowed to get away with spending more time fucking random women than he did on the field.<br/><br/>Bekamor, he'd heard come things , horny and quality woman, easy lays, and no media or photographers, he'd expected to have women falling at his feet but it hadn't worked out that way if anything women here were decidedly disinterested in him , which was confusing, what was frustrating was that everyone else was getting laid. Simon wasn't one to give up but 36 hours of rejection had forced him to look closely at himself but rather than mop around his bedroom Simon did his best thinking when he was moving, so he'd gone  for a run around the island.<br/><br/>A hundred yards from his room he noticed a striking blond walking along the walkway towards the bedroom, yesterday he would have sprinted the final distance to catch up with her with the expectation that within a few minutes she'd be on her back in his room with her legs wide open begging him to take her, now however he simply shook his head , she was more likely going to be just another beauty disinterested in him and his barely practiced charm.<br/><br/>Moments before he reached the walkway he heard the women utter a curse and his eyes caught the beauty bending over trying to retrieve underwear and make up  his eyes drifted to the small gap between t-shirt and bent over body that afforded him a quick view of prefect breasts. Then his eyes refocused down to his own shoes having realised that something had rolled up against his shoe...of all the things.<br/><br/>Bending down Simon picked it up , he wasn't going to embarrass the woman by simply handing it over , so he held it hidden in the palm of his hand  "Here let me help" Simon smiled within his reach were mostly panties and bras , but he made sure to only pick up her make up items, yesterday he would have gone directly for the underwear , maybe even passed comment but now with his new found doubt, he erred the way his parents would have wanted him to, playing the gentlemen rather than Mr Casanova.<br/><br/>When he had half a dozen items in his hand and the pink vibrator safely hidden amongst larger items , he quickly put them in the small bathroom bag before returning to pick up the last of the make up " I'm Simon " wanting something else to say he looked at the fragrance bottle in his hand...it was the same brand his mother used ...was that a good sign or a really bad sign?  "Welcome to the resort where a smile re-cures the wounding of a frown" throw a little of the Bard in there....who knows maybe she might even get it...that would be a good sign.<br/><br/>Simon popped the fragrance bottle into the small bathroom bag and left his hand out ready to be shaken...underneath his hand in plain view, the vibrator, the fragrance bottle having pushed aside the items on top of the pink bullet.<br/><br/>