<div class="floatleft">(https://31.media.tumblr.com/da72424bb065c854ea388f9fbeaab21d/tumblr_naopyyK8vw1rjpd1ko1_r1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Rob Tucker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10420121#msg10420121)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Melissa Dawson<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Outdoor Party Area<br/><strong>When: </strong>Saturday, August 2nd, Early Evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/adultresortmeetandgreet/set?id=133210408)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>There was a sense of possession in the feel of his hand against her backside.  Without gripping her bottom, without outwardly grabbing at her, Rob's hand was steady and firm against her backside.  A sense of confidence and presence beneath the mask of polite, reserved attitude.<br/><br/>A smirk, soft and gentle, came across his features when he heard the promise of a wager.<br/><br/>Easily she could beat him.  There was no doubt in his mind about that.  She was small and petite, with what had appeared to be toned, strong legs and arms, where he was over six foot with a muscular frame.  But he was willing to see just what she wanted.  So far, it seemed like she was his sort of woman.  Small where he could pick her up and manhandle her to his heart's desire.<br/><br/>"Is that so?" He asked as they continued to walk, passing by a few guests along the way.  "And what is it that you want if you win?" His hand gave her ass a squeeze, his large, masculine digits squeezing her soft flesh.  "I know what I want, but I don't think I'm willing to wait too long to get it."