<div class="floatright">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Carterkilt_zpsfb43cb43.jpg)</div>Name: Carter<br/>Location: couch<br/><br/>Tired again, worn out from the stressful day, the pain and the meds, Carter carefully twisted around to call after Beem. "Hey, man, sorry to delay you. I have an odd question. I've got a truck and trailer that are costing me a fortune to store. Do you think I might be able to stash them alongside the house? If there's no gate, I can whip that up in an afternoon. I'll even offer up the trailer for another location if you wanna stick some cameras in it. Like a studio? As long as no one trashes the thing, I'm good. It needs some work done and I can promise to get near naked and work in the hot sun regularly. It's up to the ladies if they want any of this. Sorry, I don't chase unless I'm given reason to."<br/><br/>Shrugging, he ran his fingers through his own hair, trying to smooth it down.