<div class="floatright">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Carterkilt_zpsfb43cb43.jpg)</div>Name: Carter<br/>Location: couch with Leda<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169405.msg7986971#msg7986971">Quote from: Hercinia on 02-04-2013, 06:43:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Finally Leda decided it would make sense just to sit on her own for the time being, but as she went to sit down on one of the couches, Carter flopped down next to her.<br/><br/>(http://[spoiler]"Oh, hey there fella... not so crusty now... Bravo!"[/spoiler])<br/><br/>Leda clapped softly, teasing Carter as she watched him survey the room.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>With a small, wry grin, Carter regarded the sassy little blonde.<br/><br/>"Finally found some help. Pretty soon the painkillers'll wear off and I can show off my squeaky clean self."<br/><br/>It was pretty hard to miss the rigid bulge even under the kilt's concealing panel the way his relaxed hands pressed down the heavy cotton.<br/><br/>"Well, not<span class="bbc_u">completely</span>squeaky clean."