<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/e/e9/Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg/441px-Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Greg Eames<br/><strong>Time &amp; Location:</strong>Evening | Eames residence<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Taegan<br/><strong>Dressed:</strong>Leather bomber jacket, silk shirt, slacks, boots<br/><strong>Content:</strong>At the Eames residence party<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"I bet you give good spankings, huh?"</em><br/><br/>"Exquisite," he answered.  He'd never spanked any of his children.  No, that was saved for extracurricular activities.  He wasn't particularly into BDSM, but it held its place as a suitable tool in his arsenal.  For this girl, though, it looked like the right club for the fairway.<br/><br/>She looked young--not<em>too </em>young, of course--but the vibe she was giving off said<em>player </em>loud and clear.  She was a crazy type, he could tell.  Just being up here said she was more than that as well.  Adrenaline junkie?  Well, that would put her in pretty much the same category as him.<br/><br/><em>"I should have guessed you weren't much for secrets...given the windows.  I don't bother hiding much either.  People mostly only hide what they're ashamed of, and I've been told on numerous occasions that I have no shame."</em><br/><br/>"Shame is a wasted emotion," the homeowner replied, uncrossing his arms and walking slowly towards her.  He reached out a hand, smoothing some hair from the fine features of her face.  "So why not get unhidden, Miss...?"