<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<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Nude<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Talking to Desiree<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Checking in and checking out<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Instead of trying to talk her into it, of prolonging the moment between the two of them, Jake said nothing, but merely nodded his head.<br/><br/>He reminded himself that she was a grown woman, capable and able to take care of herself.  Woe to anyone who tried to assault or come after her, Jake knew.  She didn't need him walking with her, holding her hand like she was a child on their way back home.<br/><br/>But that feeling, that little pit in the back of his mind that had feelings for her, had wanted to walk her home, had wanted to know that, at this time of night, she was safe and sound.<br/><br/>Just sex, he reminded himself.  Just sex between friends.  Nothing more, nothing less.<br/><br/>“I'm going to be looking for that text.” He said, rising to his feet with a faint smirk upon his lips.<br/><br/>Jake was going to the gate when he paused, looking back to her.  “I really like this.” He said to her, his hand upon the gate.  “Good night, Desi.” He said, before slipping out of the gate to slowly make his way back home in the dead of night.