<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Jake Mitchum</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Evening - Weaver Way sidewalk<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Slacks, dark dress shirt with sleeves rolled up<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Talking to Desiree, briefly talks to Terry, waves to Violet<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Checking in and checking out<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A grin broke out across his face, his eyes glancing down the street towards the St. Clair house.  “I think he's trolling for moms, actually.” Jake responded.<br/><br/>He had no reason to lie to her about Corbin, or why they were there.  Only vaguely was he aware of some of the details of the relationship between the two, facts and tidbits shared over beers and just general banter.  That they were broken up wasn't lost in his thoughts, but out of respect he kept his distance.  It wasn't like he didn't desire her though.  You'd be hard pressed to find any guy who didn't want a beautiful, sexy woman like Desiree.<br/><br/>“I was in the neighborhood for stuff.” He said, carefully choosing to avoid just what sort of work he was doing and for whom.<br/><br/>Jake prided himself on his ability to keep a secret, especially when it came to his art.  Some women paid for his confidence, not wanting anyone to know about what sort of pictures he had taken and of who.  But it was no secret of what sort of photos he shot, an open secret that came and went with him.<br/><br/>“It sounded like fun.  Thought I'd check it out, see what kind of fun I could get into over there...  But I felt like I was at a kid's party.  I'd rather go to a grown up party and do adult things.”<br/><br/>Walk you home?” Jake asked.  “Or you know of a better party around?”