<div class="floatleft">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i359/etinz/RyanDavis.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Simon Tobias<br/><strong>Location</strong>The Woods<br/><strong>Tag</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"This isn't like you" Chris said suddenly "You do know you're getting looks from a hell of a lot of these babes and some of them are...well babes..."<br/><br/>"I'm not..." Simon interrupted his friend and was in turn interrupted.<br/><br/>"Your only interested in one girl here...the blond by the tree so the question remains why haven't you gone up to her and just talked...you know she'd been looking at you" Chris reasoned his own eyes flicking to a drunk girl who had arrived with the loud group a few minutes earlier, she was looking intently at them both and as Chris's eyes met hers she moved a beer bottle to her lips and then opened her mouth and let the bottle neck slip past her lips and started moving the bottle neck in and out if her mouth...Chris was quite distracted when Simon spoke again.<br/><br/>"Theres something more about this girl, the way she's looking around where she's standing....she's not...." Simon was again interrupted.<br/><br/>"Yeah , yeah your spidey sense is active again... maybe you just don't have the balls...look Simon ..." Chris paused the girl was no longer sucking a beer bottle, she was moving a finger along her top effectively tracing the curve of her upper breasts her tongue licking her lips and her eyes had that 'come here' look...or  was it a 'fuck me hard look' ".....look Simon go to her , talk to her, charm her, fuck her whatever man, just don't look at her like a lost puppy because that's not you" with that Chris left his friends side and started talking to the girl who had been eyeing them up, within two minutes her was kissing her hard his hand exploring the beauty.<br/><br/>Simon sighed, Chris was mostly right , he normally had no fear of trying to talk to girls but that didn't mean inside he was a bunch of nerves and there really was something about this girl, something beyond the way she looked, she was a predator she stood like one and her eyes moved like one... the question was , what was her prey. But it was more than that, there really was something about this girl.<br/><br/>Suddenly her eyes focused and Simon own eyes tracked along the line of that stare and saw an older women, late twenties bit of a babe, well a lot of a babe, turning his head back to the blond , Simon decided to move towards her , he wanted to talk to her , maybe even something beyond that ..it didn't help that she seemed to have a friend with her, why did girls stay in packs?...oh dear Lord please don't let her be a lesbian, I don't think I could handle that.<br/><br/>A few feet from the blond Simon stopped she really was focused on this woman and Simon again looked at the older woman but he couldn't see what was so interesting beyond her looks...please don't be a lesbian, his inner voice begged<br/>