<div class="floatleft">(http://img.usmagazine.com/620-width/1358981346_9-daniel-craig-1500.jpg)</div>Name: Nathaniel Wynter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13093029#msg13093029)<br/>Time / Location:  Early morning of 3 Jun, Desmond Street<br/>Tagging:  Anyone<br/>Content: Shirtless, references to hot wax scene<br/><br/><hr/>While it might be always sunny in Southern California, it did not mean the sun rose earlier in the winter than for the rest of the west coast.  So when summer came around with sunrise more towards five in the morning than seven, Nathaniel took advantage of it and altered his workout routine to run in the morning than during lunch.  While during his time in the Marines he was used to the "zero dark thirty" morning runs, it did not mean he enjoyed it.  Also he was not too fond of dodging cars and he wanted the crazy California drivers to notice him and see him with plenty of warning to get out of the way, or at least slam on their break and give him a bit of a warning than if it was near pitch black.  As it was even with the full light of day he had to move out of the way more often than not, people being near selfish bastards and only concerned with their agenda in the morning and their morning routine rather than being courteous and sharing the road.<br/><br/>The other reason why Nathaniel loved to run in the mornings during summer was the sun had not had its chance to turn up the heat, something Nathaniel never enjoyed.  Being by the ocean, the greater Los Angeles area got more than its fair share of humidity, and while it did not quite compare to the deep south like Florida or Mississippi, summers in Southern California could be quite vicious, especially on a clear day with no clouds to screen out the sun.  Nathaniel was not a fan of sun burn either which was why he was happy in the summertime to wake up a half-hour or forty-five minutes early and get in his five to six mile run instead of during lunch time where the heat of the day would make such an activity more than a tad unbearable.<br/><br/>He had just finished the six miles according to his fitness app which was on his smart phone.  Having moved into the neighborhood of Towering Pines no more than a week before, he was still used to getting the layout and had not exactly paced out his runs.  It was not a bad thing as he slowed what many would consider his grueling just under six minutes a mile pace to something more of a jog which others would take as more their speed and comfort.  He had lost his shirt after the first half, the day already a bit on the humid side.  He hap wiped down his face and body as much as he could before tossing it about his neck, thus treating anyone who was up at this time to the visual treat which was Nathaniel Wynter.<br/><br/>Nathaniel was not a modest man.  To be honest modest went out the window during basic training when you were showering so close to another man you often brushed up against him, thus he really did not care if his jogging shorts were perhaps a bit more form fitting than most men would consider.  To be honest he often wore less than he was right now when in a session at Threshold.  It was not only barely dressed or nude submissive women people paid the cover charge to see when they visited the club, and Nathaniel never minded the attention paid to him as he circled about some bound girl to a bondage bench, letting the heat of a candle lick close to their displayed flesh as he dripped hot wax over their helpless body.  He was not one to look away from any woman who caught his eye if they had dressed to attract such attention, he was not about to deny the same to women who wanted to feast and have illicit thoughts about him in their bed, or more.<br/><br/>He slowed his jog down to more of fast walk as he took in the scenery about him.  The neighborhood was really beautiful, but even he had to wince a bit at what some people's water bill ran them.  He was already not looking forward to opening his first bill from the city utilities, his own yard far from small, with a large and rare maple tree in his yard which sucked up more than its far share of water during the year.  While Nathaniel was far from strapped for cash (one did not rent in Towering Pines after all and the smallest, modest house went for easily seven hundred and fifty thousand at least), it did not mean he liked pissing money away either.  So as he jogged by some houses, he gave a studied look about their yards, gardens, and lawns to see how they managed their lawn maintenance to see if he needed to make improvements to his own place to make it a bit more efficient.  That was how anyone about the street in the morning would find him, shirtless, the sunlight hitting his sweat slick body and making it glow as if it had been oiled with short jogging shorts which would tell people if he tucked to the left or right when he dressed.<br/>