<div align="center">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g186/Cabalxxvi/My%20Role%20Play%20Pics/Labeled/JasonAldean2_zps4facf7ac.jpg) (http://s56.photobucket.com/user/Cabalxxvi/media/My%20Role%20Play%20Pics/Labeled/JasonAldean2_zps4facf7ac.jpg.html)</div><br/><br/>Bo checked out everything in the dining hall, and he sure missed the chance to perform at the get together at that fine young blondes place, granted he wasn't all that butt hurt about it. That meant that he was going to get to mingle more with everyone, and especially the ladies, since he wouldn't be working that night. Bo had watched everyone in the dining hall depart for the evening, and snagged himself a small salad from the bar to take back to his truck, because he wasn't going to ask for the location of his room.<br/><br/><br/>Bo opened the door to the truck, and slipped the bags that he had with him into the backseat, then kicked the seat all the way back to get some shut eye. The man did drive from Tennessee to get here, so he was rather exhausted. That could explain his lack of social skills the first day at the college.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Bo woke up with a startle, then checked his watch. "Damn, I'm running behind. Thank god the classes haven't started yet." He stated with a little frustration in his voice. He slipped the keys into the ignition, and started the diesel. He needed to find this damn place, to bad he didn't have anyone with him to give him direction. He revved the motor, and pulled out, and slammed the gas out the entrance of the college. The truck could be heard by anyone within ear shot for sure, it wasn't quiet by any means.<br/><br/><br/>He drove aimlessly for some time before he finally came to the beach. Thankfully they had signs posted for everything. He pulled the truck into a parking spot close to the area, and got out of the truck. He left the door open, and took a quick peek to make sure no one was looking that he would offend, and slipped off his shirt. The man was ripped that was for sure, and his arms were nice and big to match his definition. He wasn't grotesque big, but just right. He pulled the large black duffel bag close to him, and started to search for something to wear for a cleanup.<br/><br/><br/>He pulled out a skin tight white T-shirt and slipped it over his frame, then dug out a pair of nice relaxed fit Levi's and some new socks. Bo sat on the edge of the truck, and pulled off the boots, then down went the pants. He was wearing a nice tight pair of string bikini Hanes, that showed his package rather well. Bo quickly slipped his pants up, and slipped the belt with the huge buckle around his waist. Hopefully no one seen him change.<br/><br/><br/>He put his square nosed steel toed cowboy biker boots back on, and snagged his white cowboy hat, and headed out onto the beach to look for anyone that knew better than he did what the hell he was doing.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">Location - Pier || Talking To - No One || Feeling - Groggy</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"></span>