<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Blake Mitchell<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Titan<br/><strong>Job Role: </strong>Villain<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Walking to the dorms<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Harriet, (Open)<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div><br/><br/>He could feel the change in her body as he touched her, she didn't move...he didn't stop.  He wasn't against feeling over her, she had a lovely form she he would enjoy it for the moment.<br/><br/>"At least you know how to work it now.  I can only imagine how you might have reacted to how it went on...then having to go to the bathroom and trying to get it off." He smirked at the image of most people dealing with new reactions to somethings like that.<br/><br/>"So you are saying I have to wait until tonight to get my hands back on you then?" He asked noticing the smile wondering what was on her mind.  He wasn't telepathic but somethings he could read.<br/>