Character: Shane Eames<br/>Location: The Eames, soon to be out of control, party<br/>Tagged: Timothy, Josh, Yvonne, Aric and whoever else might be within the vicinity<br/><br/>When Shane saw Yvonne St. Clair walk into the party he almost choked on his beer. It's not that he cared about the older generation checking in, it was because he has a secret. Shane has long been obsessed with Mrs. St. Clair. He has ever magazine and photoset she has ever posted on the internet. She was one of the few monetary indulgences he allowed himself, and each and every purchase was worth every penny.<br/><br/>She has a reading room directly across from his bedroom and sometimes he watches her while he goes to sleep. Very few of his friends know about his secret crush, but it's fairly obvious. Any girl at this party could walk up to Shane and he would be the coolest customer you have ever seen. Loads of quiet confidence and swagger. As soon as Yvonne St. Clair comes around he turns into a shy little boy who only wants to please mommy, but is too afraid to try. Shane just started looking around. Trying to play the cool jock too cool for eye contact, but he wouldn't fool anyone paying attention to his body language.<br/><br/>For the Superman named Shane Eames...Yvonne St. Clair was his kryptonite<br/><br/>The Water Polo match now had new rules and several people were now playing STRIP water polo. Shane considers stepping in to get bikini tops back on and force a more conservative game, however bare boobs bouncing in the pool seemed to quash that idea. What the hell is an eight foot privacy fence for if it's not to keep private party moments private. He steals a look at Yvonne. A lot of the kids here were going to be going home tonight, half drunk, and rubbing one out thinking of any number of teen hottie who showed up. Shane would be imagining taking off Mrs. St. Clair's dress and fucking her better than that stick up his ass husband ever could.<br/><br/>He sighs.<br/><br/>Like so many young men...he wants something he knows he can't have.<br/><br/>Right about then someone shows up hauling a kareoke machine. Shane's face scrunches up in confusion wondering who the hell would think it's a good idea to bring that to a teenage pool party.<br/><br/>"Hey uh....I better stop this guy before we have a bunch of rowdy kids singing Nickelback and 'Smells like teen spirit' on an endless loop."