<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b5/dc/e0/b5dce0ef07ec3e79a4aa525fc2723860.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Timothy Smoak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074663#msg13074663)<br/><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames Residence<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Josh, Yvonne, Shane<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Pleased (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/44/fe/4d/44fe4d2cf46de963dd8a18eb1f1ba718.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/>Timothy forced himself to smile in order to mask his nervousness. He wanted to seem cool, nonchalant, and in control but the fact was he was none of those things. He swallowed nervously at her question and looked over at Josh, then to Shane, and then finally back to Yvonne. There is no way she was really asking him what he thought she was. And there’s no way she would do anything but saunter away, letting the three of them to gaze at her ass as they watched her go once she had her answer.<br/><br/>So really, what was the harm in telling the truth.<br/><br/>“When you have something good, I think it is best when you share with friends.” He said, and then took a nice long sip of his beer to hide the red creeping up on his face.<br/><br/>