<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Jake Mitchum</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Evening - Weaver Way sidewalk<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Slacks, dark dress shirt with sleeves rolled up<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Talking to Desiree, briefly talks to Terry, waves to Violet<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Checking in and checking out<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jake followed suit, stepping in behind as Desi approached the gate.  Putting trust in her familiarity with the neighborhood, he was more than happy to listen and take not of her thoughts and reservations.  But such worries and protests never came, and so Jake followed, keeping his eyes peeled at the darkened windows of the house for any signs of movement inside.<br/><br/>It seemed like something fun, something different in his mind, sneaking out into some stranger's back yard pool.  Different than sneaking into her house, or out in his car, better than dealing with Delilah or Savannah if they caught either of them in the act.  And it was exciting, he had to admit, to trespass and do something risky, dangerous, with the ever present risk of getting caught by people neither of them knew.<br/><br/>When Desi admitted the lack of a suit, Jake had grinned.  “I'll try to not jizz myself.” He teased as he stepped further into the backyard.<br/><br/>His bottle of bourbon and coke was placed down by the edge of the pool, his hands beginning to attack his clothes, unfastening button after button, tossing his shirt away that began to grow into a pile of clothes and belongings.<br/><br/>“Hope you don't mind.” He warned, before shoving the boxer-briefs down his athletic thighs to stand naked for only a moment.<br/><br/>He sat on the edge of the pool, sinking in to the warm, heated pool with a sigh of content satisfaction.