<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sS5GEw7P6vE/TrTQiEbP-NI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ZM-3VxdEvnA/s1600/Alex+Pettyfer+00.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Thomas Medfield<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Plane<br/><strong>Tag: </strong>Elizabeth Johnson<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>She was pushing all the right buttons on him. As she told him about what he was wishing for he grinned widely. "I have been very careful for what I am wishing for." He said. "I'd bet quite a bit of myself to say that I do belong in that few men that could. Do you want to try me?" He asked, leaning forward he kissed her on the lips again. "Or perhaps it's you that shouldn't be playing with what you don't know of."<br/><br/>He let her look at his hand once the kissing subsided, moaning a little as she kissed it. "Oh? You can tell the signs?" He himself didn't believe much of it, but he wasn't going to argue with Lizzy. "Ah... I will have a successful love life? My life so far have been suggesting the exact opposite." He said, looking at the patterns on his hand. "But thank you, for telling me about my fate. But that's not what I urgently want to know." He shook his head. "What I want to know it... what would happen between us... could you tell?"