<div class="floatright"><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Darryl E. Walker</span></strong><br/>(http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/110321/10/4d878dbb79593.jpg)<br/>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7601268#msg7601268)<br/>From (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163926.msg7626988#msg7626988)<br/>Tagging: Open</div></div><br/>By the time Darryl found and entered the locker room, some of his good mood had crept back, some of the tension had left his shoulders and he actually hummed quietly to himself. The place looked good, as good as his father had hinted of in his information. Though father-dearest could have included more than the address, financial and legal notes, a handful of names and vague hints on what he may find inside. Darryl liked being well-informed. Then again, his old man had never let him down and he had trusted the man while he was still alive.<br/>They hadn't been all that close, not socially or personally, but business-wise they had known eachother like they'd known themselves. If Walker senior didn't deem to give out details, there was a reason for it and that reason was nearly always a test.<br/><br/>Like the key he had been given and was now playing with. What on earth could the old man have left behind in this bathhouse? It seemed somewhat akin to a treasure hunt by now. At least Darryl was entertained.<br/><br/>It didn't take all too much time to find the right locker and searching for it wasn't a chore. Everything in here was designed to give a feeling of well-being, including the locker room.<br/>He hesitated stood before the right locker, then used the provided key and was greeted by an envelope firstly. It wasn't the only thing in the locker, but it was placed in such a way that it caught the attention first, and, after glancing around, Darryl took it out and read it.<br/><br/><em>Son,<br/><br/>By now you're probably wondering if I wasn't dementing when last we met and that this little treasurehunt is unlike the man you've known your father to be. On that I will only state that I've never shown all of myself to you and that this was negligent of me. However, I am not apologizing, we both know the business always came first in the family and this will be an attitude I hope you will be able to keep to, yourself.<br/><br/>The day you came out was the day I decided to leave you my membership here and to also provide you with items within the building that could be beneficial and maybe pleasurable. You'll find your items to be up-to-date as they have been replaced on a regular basis.<br/><br/>Aside our family lawyer and a certain driver no one in the family nor our company is aware of this place. Keep it that way if you want to keep it as a haven. If you wish to have guests over, be discrete and be certain they are, as well.<br/><br/>Above all, have fun. That's an order.<br/><br/>Your father.</em><br/><br/>Sliding the letter back into the envelope, Darryl couldn't help but smile. The man had hidden layers, something he'd known but this many? Hell no.<br/>He wasn't certain what to do with the letter, somehow he didn't think it wise to take it out of the bathhouse though, and he placed it back into the locker. Perhaps he should burn it, but he rather keep the honest words.<br/>Inside, he found, was clothing, towels and other items such as toys. A full, clean, fashionable suit in his size. A bathrobe he'd probably not wear. A full pile of clean, fresh towels. Bondage gear.<br/>The more he found, the more Darryl blinked, a blush creeping into his cheeks. He was so not ready to associate these items with his<em>father</em>.<br/>Instead of keeping digging, he pushed his own, now relative modest bag into the locker and undressed in almost a hurried manner. Fishing out two towels, he headed to the showers, intend to take a long one to clear his mind.<br/><br/>His father had been nuts, he concluded.