<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/WS_McGowin.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>William Samuel McGowin<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Kitchen<br/><strong>With:</strong>Mr. Torres, Dahalia<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1<br/><strong>What:</strong>Mucking about<br/><hr/><br/>The man watched closely as the cook brushed a hair out of her face.  Thoughts of his tongue running along the edge of her ear flashed William.<strong>"Dahlia, that's a bonny name fur a bonnie lady....They ca' me William"</strong>His hand came at his shorts, it felt that they were riding up on him.  His head turned to follow Dahila.  The water crested over her bowl, spilling on to the apron.  William kind of wished she wasn't wearing the apron and just a white shirt.  From what skin contacted the man, Dahlia had soft kind.  He took in a breath of air, the woman's aroma was set apart from potatoes.  Her scent was captivating to the man.<strong>"Whit's that heavenly scent? ah tis nae th' taters."</strong>He scooted closer to the cook.