<div class="floatright">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Carterkilt_zpsfb43cb43.jpg)</div>Name: Carter<br/>Location: beside the pool<br/><br/>After avoiding Marcos so he could get changed, Carter dragged along a colorful beach towel and sunscreen to the backyard. He was a little uncomfortable, not because the swim shorts were skin-tight, but because they were a currently tight enough to be a little uncomfortable. All these hot women were making him a little crazy! He wasn't unusually well hung or anything that would make him stand out, but he was a big man at a powerful 6'4 and nicely proportioned in all senses of the word.<br/><br/>In the glare of the late afternoon sunshine, he started up the annoying but necessary ritual of heavy sunblock for his glaringly pale skin. It was one of the reasons his tattoo artist buddy in Seattle had inked him so much, the pale tapestry of his skin.