<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mklKDdOnPn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/eiLVLqmx5jk/photo.jpg)</div><hr/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Husband, guests</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> HOA meeting</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr/><br/>Yvonne was meticulous about her home, especially with the neighbors coming into her home. The house was beautiful, stylized with one of the best interior decorator in the state. Everything was almost spit shined and scented to smell fresh. Yes, the house was completely in order. Yvonne was the only thing slightly out of place, and that was just how she liked it. Because of her job, she had way too many latex outfits. After a year or so, her closet was basically filled with nothing but latex, leather, lace, and two outfits that were "normal". Her fake breasts pushed hard against the strap, a smile on her face as people came into the house.<br/><br/>James ran around the house making everything perfect, the two were almost exact opposites. Which worked at first....then they both kind of grew bored with each other. Their sex life took a major hit. To the point that they almost never did anything; it was the main reason Yvonne's eye wondered so much....and why she was currently fantasizing about going over to the party next store. The noise was pretty bad, she was sure James would have a fit. As people slowly entered her home and he started his speech.<br/><br/>The noise from the neighbors was getting louder and louder as the music blared and the local kids having way more fun than she currently was. Letting out an annoyed sigh, some might see it as she was annoyed at the noise instead of her annoyed at being at the HOA. Even though she loved doing gatherings and such, this was boring. Not drinking wine while pretending to talk about some trash novel they all didn't read. After a moment, she attempted to sneak over at the house. However, her husband seemed to notice the noise as well. Damn, now I'm stuck here, she couldn't help but think; a small pout on her lips.<br/><br/>