<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f5/Jeromemanson.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: JEROME MANSON (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10561511#msg10561511)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>OPEN<br/><strong>Where:</strong>dock to Welcome kiosk<br/><strong>When: </strong>August 4th, before noon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>white shirt, tight black jeans, sneakers, duffel bag (over the shoulder)<br/><hr/>Jerome calmly smiled at Kat as they knelt so close to each other while she took her little bag. She blushed very cutely and Jerome felt a huge urge to just reach out and brush some of her black curls from her sexy face... To cradle her face in his hand and tell her how pretty he thought she was. Here at Bekamore that would be quite OK, but he hadn't really arrived here - at least not in his state of mind... He still tried to resist his urge and succeeded. Instead he just listened to her and tried to think back to where they might have met... And then it happened: she mentioned that one show he'd never forget in his life.<br/><br/>For a brief moment his gentle face expression slipped from his features and his astonishment, aggravation and shame rushed over him as it all came back to him:<br/><br/>It had been an Off-Broadway production in the size of assemble Jerome usually didn't perform in anymore. But an old friend of his who was doing the choreography had practically begged him to help out when his main performer broke a leg and the understudy proved far from capable. Many things could be said about Jerome, but nobody could ever claim that he didn't help a friend in need. So he agreed to the show - as a favor, as a change of pace, as a chance to see New York again. It all had been wonderful - a small assemble, friendly folks on and off stage and some good times with his old buddy... Yes, he even remembered seeing that pretty pale face with black curls and blue eyes. But he remembered her to be taken and thus never approached her. So all had been nice and relaxing Until one day... Jerome took a deep breath as the memories of emotions washed over him again.<br/><br/>He had been in his dressing room after the performance and still flooded with adrenalin, high on endorphins as it had been a great performance - 19 curtains and standing ovations... The sold out house was by now standard after word got out that he was in this show. He was changing to go back to the hotel when Natalie, the small ballerina who he was staring with knocked and came in. For Jerome there was nothing special about the girl being in his dressing room while he was only in his knickers, toweling the sweat off. Dancers in general were very relaxed about their bodies - many of the people started undressing for changing while on the way to the dressing room and it was nothing special to have a dancer with bared breasts rushing past you - so Jerome hadn't thought anything as he was continuing while Natalie asked he wanted to join some of the cast for drinks. As she was about to head back out she slipped and Jerome caught her. Maybe they stood there too long pressed against each other, maybe his hand had slipped to cup the gentle curve of her butt... Jerome didn't remember what it had been but when the manager Kevin Souls had come into his dressing room, he had gone ballistic and in the end fired Jerome on charges of sexual harassment. And then pulled string... Spread rumors... Jerome had no idea, but he wasn't getting any more contracts from the Broadway ever since.<br/><br/>He caught his composure as Kat introducing herself brought him back and returned to smiling gently at Kat, but the smile didn't reach his eyes anymore.<br/><br/><strong>"Souls? You are Kevin Souls wife, aren't you,"</strong>he asked not aware of the recent development in their relationship. Deep within himself he could feel emotions stirring that he had not felt in a long, long time: furious rage. Back then her husband had said a lot of things, but he also had lectured that it wasn't OK to just get physical without anything real behind it... Not like he would listen to Jerome's objections that it wasn't that... But that didn't matter. What mattered was that here was his wife at a resort that was all about getting physical without "anything behind it"... And if she was here, that bigot wouldn't be far.<br/><br/>He was about to jump up and storm out of the store when he remembered his key still under the display of diving gear. Smoothly he lowered his upper body and pressed his head to the floor and looked under the case. Before looking back up at Kat... Realizing too late that with her standing again and him down on the floor, looking back up meant a clear view up her skirt... Quickly, but not too quickly for her to notice he averted his eyes and said:<strong>"I hate to bother you, Mrs Souls, but can you reach my key? Your hand is smaller than mine..."</strong><br/><br/>One may say many things about Jerome, but he never was one to treat anybody discourteous because of their choice of bed partner... Even if it was Kevin Souls.