<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 28th, 2017 - early morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Men's Dorm Rooms - Room 220<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby (over email)<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong><br/><br/>Troy couldn't help but wake up with the sun. Something in him always wanted to go on the hunt first thing in the morning - for food, for his goals, for love. He rolled over in his bed and couldn't help but wish that there was a beautiful brunette laying naked next to him. To wake her up with kisses, to hold down the feisty vixen who made his heart and body ache as he showed her just how good he could 'give it back' to her in spades. Of course, right now she might find him looking a little silly - bare ass with nothing but socks on with the blankets tangled around his legs.<em>That must have been one hell of a dream last night! </em><br/><br/>Sitting up, he went through the process of slowly running his hands through his hair, starting to de-tangle it. She was such a puzzle. Troy felt her physical attraction to his human form. Felt it pressed against him with sweet moans from her lips! And she had oddly gravitated to his hybrid form as if seeking comfort and calm stability. But those moments had been fleeting - mostly she was a spirited and cocky lass with sharp expressions, a quick wit, and very determined aspirations.<br/><br/>Damn but he was falling for her, edges and curves and all. He sat up and did a crap job of making his bed before he dropped into the nearby desk chair. One leg casually dropped over the side of the (low to him) arm-rest, he booted up his computer to check his email.<br/><br/><em>Ding! You've got mail!</em>He would never admit to the goofy smile he was sporting when he saw her handle in his inbox. Though short, he finished reading her email with a feeling of accomplishment. She wanted to borrow another book.<em>It was going to cost her.</em>AND she had provided him with the briefest hint at her name. As a list of potential "L" names formed in his mind, he replied:<br/><br/><hr/><br/>From: >>     hakuna.matata@pride.net<br/>Date: >>     11.28.2017 06:17<br/>To: >>         TheReaper999@sadist.com<br/>Subject: >> Book Swap<br/><br/>Message:>><br/><br/>L,<br/><br/>Lunch today. Noon-ish in the cafeteria. We'll trade books and letters.<br/><br/>T<br/><br/><hr/>