<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>Train<br/><strong>Tag: </strong>Lizzy<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>She was half right, he really couldn't say that he loved her after knowing her for so little, he wouldn't have believed it himself. "I'm sorry." He said. "I like you... a lot. Not your body, not just, which is brilliant... and I can't wait to sink my cock into you again." He said, he clearly lack any refinement now. "But your personality, I never met someone who brought me such joy." He obviously got drunk a lot faster than her... so much for controlling himself.<br/><br/>He set his glass aside and kissed her again. "I want you Lizzy.... I want you to be happy. I want to make love to you again." He ran his lips along her face before capturing hers in a long sensual kiss. "And I still remember you turning me down about that ass of yours." He smirked, his foot a little unsteady, at least he wasn't the type that fainted when he was drunk.