<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/2c/18/b8/2c18b84237b7f30023e1240321ef96b3.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> James Richards<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | C.E.O. of Fhloston Inc.<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1 | 11 a.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> A robe (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/51/9c/1b/519c1be6a3c358a6846134661c9410a1.jpg) <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephanie Landry, John Smith <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Erica Everett<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Welcome Bitches! | Basically PG-13</span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><em>Why do I still let that woman still get underneath my skin?</em><br/><br/>James knew the answer to that question even though he would never voice it aloud, even if only for his own ears to hear it. Erica was and always would be his regret, the one who got away and would have made him happy if he allowed it. He was not foolish enough to believe the damage between them could be repaired to restore their marriage. It had been a near impossible task to initially reestablish open communication between them, where they could talk about more than their child’s upbringing. Wounds might heal but the cause of the scar remained unforgotten. <br/><br/>It did not escape his notice that Erica ignored his offer of a soda to her as he recalled her tendency to become ill at sea. Though she did not speak it, her brief display of displeasure told him all he needed to know. It was a road they frequently found themselves upon. Despite his best efforts, she would always see faults within him. He took a deep swallow of his drink as he sought to push his ex-wife out of his thoughts. It was accomplished easily enough with the curvy brunette nearby to serve as a distraction. <br/><br/>“Those HR clowns wouldn’t dare threaten me,” James announced with a deep chuckle as he enjoyed the view of her curves as she stretched her arms above her head. He was about to answer her question about being worried until a familiar face joined their side. <br/><br/>“Johnny,” he greeted with a broad smile and reached out to firmly clap his friend’s shoulder in greeting. “Glad you could make it.” <br/><br/>However, rather than continue their conversation, he stepped closer to the brunette and placed his hands upon her waist. No other forewarning was offered as he lifted her from the ground with relative ease. “I hope you can swim, sweetheart.” With that, he tossed her into the deep in of the pool before he joined a few seconds later, the sound of his laughter in the air. <br/></span>