<strong>Name:</strong>Rake<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Floor to Second Floor Shower<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Ry<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/EduardoVerastegui.jpg)</div><br/><em>And that's why they call me...Bad Company. I can't deny. Bad...Bad Company. 'Til the day I die. </em><br/><br/>Now to the outside observer it might appear as if that just went very badly. But in actuality science has once again carried the day. Ignoring the problem has indeed made it go away. There it goes now, walking toward the exit, swinging a pert little ass that almost made him stop thinking of it's owner in a sisterly fashion(almost!) and with a tiny tail-wagging fluff-ball in tow.<br/><br/>Score one for science.<br/><br/>Nodding firmly in approval of his own problem-solving skills...and confidant Jesse would get over it once she had an hour or so to cool down...Rake then paused and gave himself a breif and discreet sniff-check. He started walking toward the stairwell that led upstairs."<strong>Damn. She's right. Skank isn't very becoming at all...Hey Ry! Hittin' the showers if anybody needs me!"</strong>