<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/ElizabethHastings.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Elizabeth “Liz” Hastings<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Jack Williams<br/><strong>When:</strong>June 13th, early night<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Bedroom<br/><strong>Warning: </strong>None<br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"> Liz was looking at the coming weekend with a mix of excitement and dread. There was something forbidden about the whole thing. To go somewhere remote and spend the weekend with an unknown stranger. She trusted Vicky though. They had known each other for a couple of years, having met at some cocktail party where the other woman had tried playing wallflower but was bothered by a drunk redneck. Liz had come to the rescue then, knowing how Vicky felt for she had been there more often than she cared to remembered. The coming weekend was her first time there. She didn’t want to be there on opening weekend, wanting to give it time to iron out the kinks – not in a literal way – before she jumped in and then last weekend, which was the second one, she had a wedding to attend. This weekend, with Vicky’s insistence, she agreed to come.<br/><br/>The dread came from the fact that she was afraid she might be paired off with someone she did not like, for whom she felt absolutely no desire. What if he was short, bald, fat and hairy? Or any combination of it? For a woman her height, finding a shorter man was fairly easy. She could deal with shorter, though she preferred taller. But… She liked to think that she wasn’t shallow, she could be <em>friends</em> with everyone, but she had grown quite picky over the years and being a lingerie model, the guys hanging around these crowds are usually not the ugliest kinds.<br/><br/>Liz had arrived around 7PM at the airport, having had all the time in the world to imagine the best, and the worst, possible scenario in her flight from New York City to Savannah where a rented car waited for her. Any of the cars in the parking could belong to her partner, she thought as she arrived. When she got inside, however, Vicky greeted her warmly and she momentarily forgot about food. Her luggage were quickly whisked away and she had a small portion of Carter’s shepherd pie, and a few bites of the wonderful desert before she went to her room.<br/><br/>The magnetic card opened the door to the room at the beginning of the corridor. The room, she knew, had no common wall that gave directly to another room. Sure, it had the unpleasant downside of sharing the room where the bath was with the occupants of room 3, so no fun in the shower unless they were sure not to bother the people next door, but they still had a lot of space to work with. Not that it was guaranteed that there would be sex during the weekend at all, Liz reminded herself. If she could help it, though, there would be. It had been a while for her, too busy with her professional life, and could use a bit of fun.<br/><br/>After a shower, where she made sure there were no more hair than necessary on her body, she headed to the bed and opened the envelope to get her partner’s profile. Age, perfect. Occupation, same. Ons and offs were fine and she snickered when she read his preference for personal hygiene. A good thing she had not shaved it all off. Offs, these were totally fine too. Vicky had done a good job. The more she read about the man, the more the dread faded. Vicky said he was handsome, if she liked the style. Meaning he wasn’t handsome to her but not ugly either. Vicky and Liz had never had the same taste for guys. She always wondered what her friend saw in Roman, because other than his money, Liz couldn’t see anything attractive in him.<br/><br/>By the time Jack would be at the front desk, Liz had taken a shower and put on a cut off jean and a form-fitting white shirt. She was sitting on the bed, reading a thriller and using Jack's profile as page marker.<br/></div>