<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/KaterinaSouls.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Katerina "Kat" Souls (http://URL)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Jerome Manson<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Hall<br/><strong>When: </strong>August 4th, before noon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=136978638 (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=136978638)<br/><hr/><br/>Kat did not miss the fall in his features when she mentioned her name, which caused a tiny flinch on her part despite the fact that she knew the circumstances that she now thought to question. Was Jerome really sexually harassing his co-star? It was just a passing thought as he spoke to her, causing her to stiffen a little bit as they were both standing and he mentioned her now ex husband. She flinched as he turned to walk away from her, realizing exactly whom she was right then and probably detesting her for it. He might even assume her ex was here with her.<br/><br/>Then, she paused to look at him with wide eyes as he kneeled on the floor and asked for her help. Him asking for her help was not the stunning part, but it was his establishing her thoughts as realization moments after she had thought them. It was true, he thought that she was still with Kevin, and of course why wouldn’t he? She had been last time he had seen her, and that had honestly not been that long ago if she really thought about it. Of course if she did, it just reminded her of what had also happened not too long ago.<br/><br/>She had gone home early from the practice run, she had been feeling sick the last couple of days but it had finally hit her too hard and she went home almost balling because she felt so bad. That is when she pulled around the corner and saw the familiar Corvet in the driveway. She could not believe her eyes, and had jumped out of her car having pulled over before the house and walked in the back gate. She entered the house walked through the dining room to find a table set for two, already eaten with empty red wine glasses and the anniversary wine from the rack on the table, empty. Walking into the hall she had seen the first sign of woman’s clothing, and before she reached the bedroom she heard the woman. When she pushed open the door they didn’t notice her right away and she had stared in silence for too long.<br/><br/>She had screamed, and the woman whom had not so long before in fact gotten Jerome name slaughtered along with the man that had been her husband was on top of him, riding his cock. She had screamed, and when they both had finally noticed her she was already turning and running out of the house. She never stepped foot in that house again, she had her things shipped to her New York apartment instead.<br/><br/>She came back to the present as she walked over to him slowly and kneeled on the floor. As she moved she had allowed her hair to fall and cover her face from view, her own thoughts only making her register that he could have a good view up her skirt for a split second before she pushed it away, not wanting to think about the rumors about him. After all, her husband had probably been screwing her back then as well. Maybe it was the reason he had reacted the way he did to Jerome. She didn’t know, but she kneeled down beside the man and started to reach under the case as she finally broke her silence and spoke.<br/><br/>“I am not Mrs Souls anymore, your old co-star Natalie Kindle made sure of that.” She pressed her body down against the ground, her ass up in the air as she reached and her breast pressed against the ground. She finally found the keys and pulled herself back up, placing them in his hand. She looked up at him, kneeling beside him again as a small sad smile set on her features. Her blue eyes distant.<br/>