<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/LvAWGgg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rhonda Bouchard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006713#msg15006713)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>22<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Montréal, Québec, Canada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019 | Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lunch date with JJ<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Off-white two-piece string bikini,<del>black floral pattern romper with a deep V</del>, beaded leather dress sandals<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Logan Thurston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15006981#msg15006981)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>JJ<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Hot stuff, huh? Rhonda couldn't recall the last time someone called her that. Sure, there was a lot worse that she could be called and has been called but 'hot stuff' was an interesting one. There was a clear, purposeful tone in his voice that she could detect through the hesitation. She was proven right by the gentle squeeze that JJ gave her thigh. That was a move she was more used to getting.<br/><br/>The touch was the furthest thing from innocent, even with JJ's justifying it by complimenting her legs, but she didn't mind at all. This was a date, first and foremost. There was always going to be an air of flirtation. It was always easier to accept when it came from someone as put together as JJ. The implications of being in a paddleboat in such close quarters didn't hurt the situation, either.<br/><br/>"Making me work off lunch, eh? Do you think I need to?" Rhonda took the sandwich from JJ as soon as it was offered. A substantial bite was taken out of it once it was in her hands. "Don't answer that. Let's go!"<br/><br/>Peddling with far more vigor than moments earlier, Rhonda and JJ, aboard the USS Rhasper, were full steam ahead toward the cove. Unless JJ offered her another sandwich and distracted her, that is.