<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn02.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/tom-ford-evans/chris-evans-tom-ford-suit-01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>David Stryker<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen  -->  Bedroom --> Sophie's Bedroom -->  Outside Pool<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Paige, Sophie.  Open.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>A silence had fallen from David as Sophie began to speak.  He didn't bring himself to look over at her as she so clearly voiced the displeasure and discomfort of being there.  If anything, a smirk came across his lips as she listened to it.  “I would ask what's up her ass, but kind of a redundant question.” David remarked once Sophie had left him and his younger sister alone in the kitchen.<br/><br/>It was clear she was miserable, both in her training, and staying there in the house.  He was doing his best to try and make her comfortable, even turning Anna's offer down to ease their younger cousin's tense feelings about being around such an “affectionate”, as he liked to call it, atmosphere.<br/><br/>His eyes caught Paige as she slid off the edge of the counter, eyes catching sight of what sat upskirt.  “Don't worry about her...  She's just not used to all this and is a little on edge.”<br/><br/>He stood from the table, taking his plate in hand over to the sink to clean it off.  “Maybe we'll get out of here in a bit and go see a movie or something.  Try to loosen her up a bit.” David stated as he turned off the sink.  Through the kitchen window, the sight of the pool could be seen.  “I think I might go for a swim in the meantime.  More than welcome to join if you want.”<br/><br/>Soon he would leave the kitchen, climbing the staircase to his room.  From his closet, a medium-sized case was pulled out, soon to be placed upon the small ottoman before his reading chair.  After opening it up, and looking through it's contents, David found what he was looking for, and after writing a small note, he carried it out into the hallway and soon made his way into Sophie's room.<br/><br/>She was in the bath, it seemed, which would make this a bit more bearable for the both of them, he thought.  The black, unlabeled squirt bottle he had brought with him into her room was placed down upon the bedside table, along with the note that was folded, and addressed to her.<br/><br/><em>One squirt on your fingers, rub it in and let it sit for a few moments before re-inserting your plug.  Try another squirt if it's still painful.<br/><br/>Not all of us are bad. ;)<br/><br/>-Your favorite cousin in the whole wide world</em><br/><br/>Quietly he would leave, closing the door behind him before going down and out to the pool where his shirt and shorts would soon be stripped off before taking a dive into the clear blue waters.