<br/><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/>She was shapely with nice curves, his fingers moved over her touching, caressing, his fingers were stroking.  He didn't linger as he knew she was apprehensive about his touch, so he didn't stay too long.  Perhaps later without her suit she might change her mind.<br/><br/>"Then maybe you need an extra set of hands to help you out of it."  He licked his lips as he looked at her letting his gaze fall upon her.<br/><br/>He stroked her cheek.  "Not necessarily, some people have to learn to ignore others opinions of them."<br/><br/>"I will feel you....touch you....see you then."  He said not blushing at his words he said them as a matter of factly letting his interest of her be known.<br/>