<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>Alexandra<br/><strong>Where:</strong>At a table<br/><strong>When: </strong>Saturday  August 2nd early evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White t shirt with Black Jacket , black pants black leather shoes.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"Ah the beach , still working on that , back home the sea tended to be one of three temperatures , cold, really cold ..."Simons smile broadened "...and when will winter end  as for Alabama , no beaches to speak of except the one that appeared when a fraternity ordered a dozen truckloads of sand to be delivered on a Dean's frontlawn...best beach party I ever went to , pity about the sirens at the end" Simon smiled as that memory came back.<br/><br/>Then he took a sip of his drink "As for you , I think there's more to you than work, books and the beach, there's some depth there. I might be mostly jock but I know an intelligent, creative woman when I see one and I also know a beautiful woman when I see one. I'd really like to get to know you Alexandra, see if we have more similar creative interests" and the thing was he actually meant it.<br/><br/>Oh sure he'd love to fuck her to exhaustion but in his world even his love of Batman comics placed him near the pinnacle of learning , despite every player having at least a part of a degree, to meet someone who could quote The Tempest like other women quoted Cosmo definitely had Simon's interest.<br/><br/>Maybe this effort thing wasn't as overrated as he used to think.