<div class="floatleft">(http://www.racecar.co.uk/uploads/rcnewsimages/chloe2010.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chloe Masters<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>None<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Senior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Taking a walk, hand in hand with Carter<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Carter<br/><hr/><br/>His large hand almost completely enveloped Chloe's smaller one, the warmth and strength comforting after her rather sudden departure from his car.  Although she was determined to take things slow with Carter, her deep seeded self doubt had started niggling at her as soon as she had pulled away from him.  What could be possibly see in her?  Why would he choose to spend his time with her?  Surely there were better girls, prettier girls?  And if she didn't give him what he wanted, he'd go find one of them. Right?<br/><br/>Despite her outward confidence, Chloe had always struggled with her self image.  It was only now, as a young adult, that she was beginning to like herself, and her body, the way it was.  She'd always struggled with her weight.  Had always been the one who'd been picked on for being fat.  A few years ago, some of the boys from school had hollered across the street that they'd have to roll her in flour to find the wet spot.  She'd laughed it off, but inside, she'd been dying.  And as much as she liked Carter, and wanted to believe that he had brought her here because he genuinely liked her for her, that voice in the back of her head just wouldn't let up.  What if he turned out like those boys from highschool?<br/><br/>Listening to him talk about coming here for sanctuary, she could see why.  It was beautiful. And peaceful.  And she felt calmer for being here herself.  His question caught her by surprise, though, and she wondered how much to tell him. She didn't want to risk scaring him off.<br/><br/>"Not really," she shrugged, a sad smile playing around her lips. "We moved around a lot when I was a kid, and were never really in one spot long enough for me to become attached to any place.  Always being the new kid was pretty much a guarantee for ribbing, and not being...well," she coughed nervously before continuing.  "Not being a head on a stick didn't help either."  Chloe blushed deep crimson.  The last thing she wanted to do was bring Carter's attention to her less than perfect body.  "I guess my bedroom was as close as I got to a sanctuary.  It did the trick, I suppose....but it wasn't a patch on this place.  Carter, it's beautiful," she whispered, somewhat taken aback that she was the first person he'd ever brought here.  "How often do you come?"