<div class="floatright">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYzZhODBkNjMtN2FmYS00MzI3LWIwMGItYTUxMTI4NTViOTg4XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjQwMDg0Ng@@._V1_UY317_CR20,0,214,317_AL_.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 27th 2017- late afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Men's Dorm Rooms - Room 220<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>utterly baffled<br/><br/>"Dove... I can be a beast to be feared or the man of your dreams." He was still almost purring at their close contact, his heart moving rhythmically in time with the heave of her breasts. This was a fun roller-coaster, and if she continued to entice him - Troy might just be willing to buy the whole damn amusement park.<br/><br/>But then came another gut-punch of a loop. The girl's whole demeanor changed - she pulled back her body, pushed against him, and then... demanded something that she had no standing to and wasn't being very nice at all in the asking. Well, she was being amazingly appealing, but not at all nice. "Now?" He voice turned into a low boom in response to her insolence. A tick worked in Troy's jaw and he finally obliged her pushy request for him to move. He stalked over to where a dark blue v-neck sweater was and tugged it on. And then he moved across the room to be as far away from her as possible. "You ... follow me to my room, practically hump my leg, and then order me to show you the priceless artifacts that I spent all summer and much of my family's cash flow to acquire? All without a please or telling me your fucking name?"<br/><br/>He opened his door. "I don't care what my gut has been<em>screaming</em>that you might be... OUT!"