<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c2/67/38/c2673854d4348e28c9f3d9199449de1f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Savannah Ortiz</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073369#msg13073369)<br/><strong>Time | Location:</strong>Evening | The Ortiz Residence<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Bright pink blazer over black corset and jeans + heels<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Terry Hunter<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Plans for a little treat meet naked boy<hr/>With the prospect of a quiet night ahead of her, Savannah had felt the knot of tension that had begun to form in her lower back begin to dissipate the moment she pulled away from the St. Clair's. The drive home from there was not a long one and, with her tendencies, it was barely a blink before she was home and pulling into her garage to park her Audi next to the sleek and shiny Tesla her ex had bought for Desiree on her 21st birthday. The bastard was such a kiss ass. The girl barely drove herself anywhere but he'd been quick to try and one up Savannah on their daughter's birthday, picking her up almost right after they'd come home from their week long getaway cruise to drive her off to the dealership. Of course, just thinking of the too handsome devil, brought back the tension from earlier and Savannah decided a long hot bath was in order after she put away the few things she'd bought.<br/><br/>Except she skipped on the bath and figured she'd just go for a hot shower instead as she realized she didn't want to be bothered with running the water and blah blah blah.<br/><br/>Okay, so maybe it hadn't been a good idea to skip out on that last yoga session after all. Not that she was going to admit that to anyone. Nor was she going to let it stop her from a yummy bowl of comfort food either.<br/><br/>She'd bought fruit while she was out. Big juicy strawberries, cherries, grapes, a watermelon, and mangoes. She loooooved mangoes. She'd gotten kiwis too, though she'd had a good long immature moment in the grocery store with those and a pair of honeydew melons that had left a young clerk torn between blushing and laughing. She'd even picked up chocolate sauce, caramel, and whipped cream. The plan had been to have a girls night with Desi soon enough but oh well, she could always go back to the store or have someone pick more up for her. Tonight, she was going to have a treat.<br/><br/>Or rather she would... right after she figured out what all that noise was...<br/><br/>It hadn't been loud. However, as mentioned before, Savannah was particularly sensitive to certain things. Changes in the energy, if you will. Or maybe (more likely) the fact that the house was still almost entirely dark but for the pantry light she now stood under and she had no appliances or electronics on to add noise, made it easier to hear what was outside. It could have been Booger or Chi Chi, her two babies (cats), but that was not the sense she got.<br/><br/>Curious, Savannah stepped out of the pantry and crossed to the doors that opened up out into the back. She took a peek but didn't see anything at first and so opened the doors to step out.<br/><br/>And spotted a young male in her yard.<br/><br/>A<em>naked</em>young male.<br/><br/>In one of her chairs.<br/><br/>Savannah blinked. Her first thought was instantly to look for Desi but she doubted her daughter would be far if she'd had a naked boy to play with. It crossed her mind that he could have been some sort of pervert but then, if he was, he wasn't doing a very good job of it. Streakers were supposed to, you know, streak, and flashers, flash. He was just... sitting.<br/><br/>"Well, now that is not what I was expecting at all." She finally said in her accented tones, an edge of confused laughter there to color her words. "Are you alright, mijo?"