<strong>Name</strong>Tim<br/><strong>Location</strong>Outside his tent, then in his bed<br/><strong>Summary</strong>Preparing to have his way with her<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>Korryn<br/><br/>The answer to Tim's question about her scars was a but of a surprise but not really a shock, in truth he'd heard much worse and if that was all she'd had to endure at the hands she'd definitely gotten off lucky. The way the world was now did quite a number on some people in his experience. Especially those who had any kind of power before the bombs started falling.<br/><br/>His hand slowly traced its way down her back as he looked over her shoulder to watch where she was marking as the location of the bunker.<strong>"Good"</strong>he said after she explained how to spot out the area and what might lay inside the bunker.  His hand now firmly on her ass and giving it a light squeeze<strong>"I don't want you speaking about this bunker to anyone else at all, do you understand?"</strong>he asked his tone belaying that it was very much an order and not a question.<br/><br/>He let his hand drift away from her rear and nodded at his tent "Come on then" he said "its time we got....better antiquated" He didn't bother pulling her by her hair, or her hand. He was content in the knowledge that she really didn't have any other choice but to obey.<br/><br/>As he entered his tent Tim began to remove his clothes. First his shirt, then his pants gave way to bare skin each moment revealing more of his body which, despite his advanced age by the standards of the wasteland, was firmly toned and muscled. The only portion of his body that could be considered flawed was the large scare running along his arm. As he removed the last article of his clothing Tim moved to his 'bed' laying down his back and looking over at Korryn. "Come here" he told her, motioning to a spot next to him on the mattress. His manhood already stirring slightly at the sight of her body.