<div class="floatleft">(http://www4.pictures.zimbio.com/mp/V1pmAj5ipiTx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Kate Morgan</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074497#msg13074497)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Evening - St. Clair Residence<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Viola Leighton, Corgin McCree, Callista Reed, Savannah Ortiz<br/><strong>Content:</strong>More greetings as the room quickly fills<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Kate laughed at Vi's apparent love of drama.  “Girl, I can pass on all that!”   Kate never enjoyed conflict, but she understood, too, when at times it might be warranted.  The gossip mill was certainly alive and well at Towering Pines, but it wasn't always easy to stay on top of who was cheating on who.  Kate had lived there long enough to know who the trouble-makers were and she made it a point to keep them at arm’s length, yet still be cordial.<br/><br/>The room was quickly beginning to fill up, and Kate watched as Corbin McCree, Towering Pines local gigolo, swaggered on in.  He gave her an obligatory hello as he greeted Vi, and Kate acknowledged him in turn with a slight nod and amusing grin as he made his way on over to sit with Alex.<em>Good for her</em>, Kate thought to herself.  She knew a little about her and Greg’s messy divorce, and Kate firmly believed in the old adage “<em>What’s good for the goose is good for the gander</em>”.   Kate was attracted to younger men as well, but she never felt comfortable paying for sex.  Instead, she wanted to be with someone with whom she had a mutual attraction, not for what she could do for their pocket book.  There was nothing wrong with buying gifts for her lover, but to shell out hard cash for a fuck, (no matter how<em>good </em>it was), just wasn’t her forte.  Those who had no qualms paying for an escort, she was totally cool with, more power to them.  And even the young studs who sought out rich, older cougars to pay their way, she wasn’t making any judgments on them either.   Basically it boiled down to a matter of personal preference and lifestyle.<br/><br/>Kate was happy to see Callista when she finally strolled in.  She patted the empty chair on the other side of her when she asked to join them.  “Sure, have a seat, neighbor.  I was hoping you’d be here.  Are we on for some laps around the pool later tonight?”  Callista and Kate both worked hard to keep their bodies in shape, and they would often invite the other over for a late night swim in their backyard pool.  There had to be some sort of exercise regime to balance out the obscene amount of ice cream they would put away after each swim.<br/><br/>Savannah Ortiz made her usual grand entrance into the meeting.  Kate didn’t know her personally, but she admired the woman’s stunning beauty and her ability to catch every eye in the room, seemingly all at once.  She offered her a friendly smile as she seated herself, then turned her attention back to the front of the room, glancing at her watch.<br/><br/>“Okay, let’s get this show on the road please!”<br/>