<div class="floatleft">(http://pixel.nymag.com/imgs/daily/vulture/2017/02/02/magazine/02-aaron-taylor-johnson-feature-lede.w512.h600.2x.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Jake Mitchum</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>June 3rd - Sometime in the Morning - Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Powder Blue Undies<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Reserved<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Breakfast<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was quiet in the house, silent in the early morning.  For a few moments, Jake waited at the door, standing on the landing as he strained his ears to hear sounds of movements from out in the house.  When he heard nothing for several moments, nothing but the quiet hum of the air conditioner, Jake quietly slipped out from the door that led into the basement, and made his way to the kitchen.<br/><br/>He had nothing to hide from Mrs. Carlton, or Delilah as he knew her.  She had always been friendly and agreeable to him, treating him almost like he was one of her own.<br/><br/>But the last thing he wanted was to intrude upon her, especially in her house, and even more so in her kitchen.<br/><br/>A part of him did not doubt that if the older woman was around, she would have volunteered to whip him something up to eat.  He also didn't doubt that it would have been as delicious and tasty as everything else she made him when she plied him with snacks and treats.<br/><br/>The last thing Jake wanted was to inconvenience the woman who had opened up her home to him and give him a place to work on his various projects.  He liked the arrangement they had between the two of them, liked having a place removed from the chaotic atmosphere of the frat house where he could go to work on his photos, where he could develop the photos he took of people in their most private moments without having to fear an unwanted invasion of privacy.<br/><br/>So when he could, Jake tried to not inconvenience the woman, even if he knew she'd say he was doing nothing of the sort.<br/><br/>After the long and fun night the night before, Jake wanted something to eat.  He was hungry, famished, after working up the appetite with Desiree.  And so, when he thought Delilah was off sleeping, when he thought he had the place practically to himself, he went to work in the kitchen in his powder-blue boxer briefs, starting with a little meal of scrambled eggs and toast.