<strong>Name:</strong>Lyndsey Williams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13091024#msg13091024)<br/><strong>Time/Location:</strong>Morning after the HOA Meeting/Williams residence pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>By the pool (http://www.imagozone.com/var/albums/vedete/Tricia%20Helfer/Tricia%20Helfer_%2008.jpg?m=1292972843)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aric Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>A shaggy dog story<br/><br/>As Lyndsey swam back towards the deck from the edge of the pool, having spent a few minutes looking out over the city and thinking about how best to support the effort to raise funds for a community centre, she spotted a dog sitting at the side of the pool.  It was a largish golden Labrador with fur at the darker end of the range, not that she was in a position to comment with her own hair ranging from light brown to straw blonde.<br/><br/>As she got closer it was clear that the canine was whining, seeking attention, probably feeling lost as it was clearly unaccompanied.  Its tail sweeping the deck as it wagged from side to side to show her that it was friendly and that it needed some friendship in return.  As she got nearer still she could see its sad eyes, and with the last few strokes she was at the edge of the pool, sliding effortlessly onto the deck, next to him.<br/><br/>Lyndsey hugged the pooch, aware that with her own wetness she was making his fur wet and that she would now have that damp dog odour, but then she was going to shower when she returned to the house anyway, so it was no great loss.  "Where did you come from honey" she asked him, knowing that she would not get an answer, but taking the opportunity to look for an address disc on his collar, so she could contact his owner and arrange for his safe return, as she would feel bad if she had to call animal services instead.<br/><br/>It was then that Alexandra Vale's 'boy' Aric appeared from the bushes, out of breath and wheezing.  She was aware how inappropriate the term boy was for a young man as large as Aric, he was exceptionally tall and while he was slim, he was also clearly well muscled.  He was clearly dressed for a jog, and with difficulty he managed to explain who her four legged guest was.<br/><br/>"No need for you to apologise, it wasn't you that ran off, while being walked on a leash" Lyndsey said with a small laugh in her voice.<br/><br/>She watched as he pulled himself up to his full height and pushed his hair back off his face.<br/><br/>"How do we get this naughty boy back to his owner Aric?  Did you bring his leash or do you have her phone number?" as she asked the questions she tickled the dog she now know was called 'Borker' under his chin, his head resting on her arm and upper chest.<br/><br/>"You are a naughty boy, running away and making poor Aric chase you but you are a lovely dog" she said as she continued playing with the runaway hound.<br/><br/><br/>