<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>June 2, Night, Leighton Residence<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black towel. Vi.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Violet Leighton<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Helping mom.<br/><br/>"Vi, I am your son. And while I hope I have grown to be a man you admit to raising," A teasing tone slipped in there. "I should point out there were a few times when you curbed my behaviour by putting the fear of God into me. Also I've heard you shit-talk your suppliers and rivals. If I ever need a trophy engraved, I'll come to you." He grinned a little, then grunted ever so softly as she moved back. Distracted enough not to see Vi's momentary reaction, he assumed she couldn't tell through the layers, and mostly hoped it wouldn't try and rise up further.<br/><br/>"I am not ashamed of liking a mature woman. Especially with the kind in the Pines." He laughed. "Money might not buy happiness, but it pays personal trainers and other beauty enhancers. I still keep wondering if you are going to bring one home yourself! It's the direct mother link I was contesting." As she stated the sexiness of certain traits, Clark leant up to peck his mother's cheek and say in the best Good Boy voice. "Yes, Mum. You are very sexy." A little base flattery went a long way.<br/><br/>"Sadly I feel most of the market is younger men. Or older men who are still younger at heart. Hormone powered wallet openers. Though I guess there are..." He blinked and sighed. "I am so not getting into this right now. I'm sure you can research the matter yourself." He reached down to rest his palms against Vi's behind from the sides and push to suggest she let him up. "There's not much I hold against Desi. She is who she is. If that was a deal breaker I'd leave her alone. As for me, I prefer a quiety friendly party with moments of wild, rather than a bunch of strangers trying to outwild each other. It's like... a flash meant just for you, is hotter than a dozen streakers you don't know? Same applies to lots of kind of fun."