<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f5/Jeromemanson.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: JEROME MANSON (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10561511#msg10561511)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>OPEN<br/><strong>Where:</strong>dock to Welcome kiosk<br/><strong>When: </strong>August 4th, before noon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>white shirt, tight black jeans, sneakers, duffel bag (over the shoulder... DUH!) ;)<br/><hr/>Jerome was glad to have reached solid ground again. He never had a problem with moving objects - ships, planes, boats, heck even sliding stage pieces never unsettled him - but today the trip to the island resort had been especially bad. With the rain moving in last night, Jerome had been soaked by the time the boat had left the harbor and when it hit the rough sea on the cruise over, it had become wet AND bumpy AND a bit chilly from the wind. So he was really looking forward to a hot shower and some relaxation. Maybe he would try to talk Marisa into adding a hot tub to her spa area... some nice hot water to soak... maybe while getting a massage from some sweet smelling, sensitive girl... Jerome had to smile.<br/><br/>He loved this place and he loved every moment he was able to spend here. Unfortunately his busy schedule always kept his visits short and the time between visits long and longer. As he made his way through the rain up to the reception building, he thought back... Had it been five month? Six month? Way too long anyway, considering how short his last trip had been. And this one was not going to be any different, he thought with a sigh. He was still feeling weary after the flight from and it would only be 4 days before he had to make his way onward to New York.<br/><br/>Jerome stepped into the building and tried to lose as much water from his hair and clothes as he possibly could before moving further into the building.<em>The nice thing about the tropics though,</em>he thought to himself,<em>is that the rain's warm. In London I'd be catching pneumonia or something like this.</em><br/><br/><strong>"Bonjours mademoiselle"</strong>, he addressed the young woman behind the counter.<strong>"My name is Jerome Manson, I have a reservation."</strong>As the girl checked in her computer, he took in her form and features. He smiled warmly... yes, this resort would never fail to deliver on his expectations for sweet memories...<br/><br/><strong>"Thank you very much"</strong>, he said as his hand closed around hers for a moment while he took the key from her. Then he reached out with his other free hand to gently caress her face. It was the kind of tender caress that a father might give his child... nothing anyone would expect from a stranger. But the girl had read the note when pulling up his guest-file and didn't flinch, but smiled - something that Jerome was very thankful for.<br/><br/><strong>"You are new here."</strong>It wasn't a question, it was a statement.<strong>"You are very pretty, mon amie, and I would remember."</strong>He smiled with a little sparkle in his eyes, his white teeth gleaming as he turn around and headed towards his room.