<div class="floatleft">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/rabidferret_1973/Personal%20Photos/Roleplaying/Professor1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gideon Miller<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cabin<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Annabelle Miller, Karla Bishop, any others who wish<br/><br/>Gideon listened carefully to the woman as she spoke and felt a bit of tension leave him.  He considered himself a good judge of character and she didn’t seem to be lying.  Plus she didn’t exactly strike him as a law enforcement type or journalist as he looked her over, appreciating all the finger curves.  The moment he saw her rather ample breast he knew there was going to be trouble, a smirk already on his lips before he was poked.<br/><br/>“Belle,” he said, turning to look at her.  He reached out and stroked his fingers over her cheek.  “My eyes may enjoy the beauty of others but only you will ever have my heart. Well, you and the kids.”  Leaning in he kissed her nose before giving her behind a nice squeeze.  “And yes, you have the better boobs, sweetie.” Some may have found his wife’s need for reassurance annoying but he found it adorable, it let him know he was needed and as special to him as she was too him.  He was happy to show her how wonderful she was every moment he could.<br/><br/>“It looks like the kids have already made friends,” he said, pointing to the Miller and Bishops already chatting away.  His voice rose as he said so and moved towards their obvious parent, glancing around for a father or another mother, not to be rude in this day and age.  “Gideon and Annabelle Miller,” he said, holding his hand out towards Karla.  “We can’t let our kids show us up in the socializing department.”<br/>