<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/>There was a hint of something in her voice, a flirtatious note that could have been debatable.  The way she spoke, the way she had those luscious lips wrapped around each word that came from her.  Was she flirting with him?  It was hard to say, so strategically worded, spoken just the right way, and Jake liked that.<br/><br/>Down at the party, there would have been girls who flirted shamelessly, who would have made their intentions and desires known in a way that was off-putting and undesirable.  It took a woman, like Desiree, to flirt the way he liked it, the kind of flirting that left a little doubt in mind, that strung you along on a little bit of a chase for the truth.<br/><br/>“I'm sure we could find a bit of fun between the two of us.” Jake said, moving in the same direction right behind her, unafraid to let his eyes linger upon the sway of her bottom with every step she took.<br/><br/>His eyes wandered about the neighborhood, the quietness of the area that had settled the further and further away they were from the parties.  Here and there were houses with lights on, with it's inhabitants enjoying a quiet night in, as well as some that had no lights on at all, devoid of any signs of life inside.<br/><br/>It was at one such house that Jake came to a pause, his eyes peering over the side fence into the back yard, and the glow of the pool light against the trees.  He had no idea who lived there, whose house it was, or when they would be back.  But the thought of sneaking in, of living a little as he had so often been advised, was an intriguing thought not easily dismissed<br/><br/>“Feel like taking a little dip?” He asked, nodding to the gate that led into the backyard and pool beyond.  "A real pool party."