Towering Pines | Casa de Ortiz
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				Title: <strong>Towering Pines | Casa de Ortiz</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 08:44:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: bookman old;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 22pt;" class="bbc_size">CASA </span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><sup>-DE-</sup></span><span style="font-size: 22pt;" class="bbc_size"> ORTIZ</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>On Desmond Drive</em></span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Towering%20Pines/front_zpsfy1rkdsm.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Towering%20Pines/front%20close_zpsjd9xb5qf.jpg)</div></td><td><div align="center">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Towering%20Pines/Back_zps4h41ldk1.jpg)</div></td><td><div align="center">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Towering%20Pines/Outside%201_zpsvurgpq6g.jpg)</div></td><td><div align="center">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Towering%20Pines/outside%202_zpsitb3rifa.jpg)</div></td><td><div align="center">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Towering%20Pines/roof_zpsizlyirq2.jpg)</div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Front Door</span></span></div></td><td><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Back</span></span></div></td><td><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Outdoor</span></span></div></td><td><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Covered Patio</span></span></div></td><td><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">2nd Floor</span></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Towering%20Pines/kitchen_zps8qxdeozd.jpg)</div></td><td><div align="center">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Towering%20Pines/Master%20Bedroom%201_zpsz7wwyxtu.jpg)</div></td><td><div align="center">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Towering%20Pines/Bedroom_zps23kwlz5m.jpg)</div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Kitchen</span></span></div></td><td><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Savannah's Room</span></span></div></td><td><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Desiree's Room</span></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Towering%20Pines/F1hybridsSavannahs-August162016-4_zpsu1987bkr.jpg)</div></td><td><div align="center">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Towering%20Pines/F1hybridsSavannahs-August162016-2_zps2n8wwsyy.jpg)</div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Booger</span></span></div></td><td><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Chi Chi</span></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | Casa de Ortiz</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 02:25:12</strong>
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				&lt;----- <strong>Scene Continued From Here... (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264911.msg13088787#msg13088787)</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c2/67/38/c2673854d4348e28c9f3d9199449de1f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Savannah Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073369#msg13073369)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | The Ortiz Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bright pink blazer over black corset and jeans + heels<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Terry Hunter<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Plans for a little treat meet naked boy<hr>Some of the laughter slipped free as Terry reacted to the sound of her voice, jerking upright as if he'd been caught in the midst of some terrible act instead of merely sitting down. It was the sort of reaction that had made her instantly suspicious of her kids whenever they'd been quiet too long and she'd gone looking to see what they were up to. In this case the young man was entirely unfamiliar to her but some reactions simply held true and her head turned slightly as her eyes narrowed at him. Of course, with him waving a sock her gaze shifted, since it somehow seemed to be the most out of place thing in all of this, and held for a moment before dropping back to the young man's face with a pronounced clicking of her tongue. <br><br>Yes, Savannah was indeed<em> tsking</em> at a strange male on her property in the dark. Having decidedly -not- grown up in the lap of luxury, she was well aware there were dangers out there that could pop up. However, here, in Towering Pines, Savannah was absolutely Queen of her castle. Which meant that there would be no cowering or overdone threats in the hopes of scaring him off. Not without direct provocation. Though she was relieved when his lifting his hand had only resulted in some attempt to convince her he was some sort of scout and not some confusing flash of gang signs or whatever. Besides, she was still rather intent on the curious manner in which he seemed determined on using that sock he held.<br><br>"Ohhh for heaven's sake... I have two children, mijo, I can assure you you don't have anything I haven't seen." Savannah rolled her eyes as he detoured from his intent to presumably try and cover himself. Men. Taking a few steps closer it was easy enough to confirm what she'd suspected. "Ay, silly boy, you hurt yourself, didn't you?" Which of course instantly took precedence over anything else and had her back to tsking.<br><br>"You were at that party weren't you? Drinking or something?" Savannah mumbled something about silly boys and stunts and pulled out her phone to turn on the flashlight function. "Alright, let's see it." Her tone suggested she wasn't going to take any lip on the matter either as she moved close enough to squat down. Her hand reached out to steady herself a bit as she did so, landing on the edge of the chair beside his leg. Just knowing he'd been attempting to wrap a dirty sock around a wound make her cringe and flared her mom instincts. He was lucky he hadn't gotten a pop upside the head for his trouble. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | Casa de Ortiz</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 03:28:21</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> Evening - Ortiz Backyard<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Savannah Ortiz<br><strong>Content:</strong> Medic!<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg?1490501433475&amp;1490501435218&amp;1490501437401)</div>The matriarchal attitude of the woman was actually rather soothing to Terry, something he would not have anticipated. The woman wasn't threatening to call the police, she wasn't looking to sick her dog, husband, or son on him, and she wasn't scrambling for the kitchen to grab herself a butcher knife. That alone was worth some sort of comfort. However, were he to arrive at home under similar circumstances, his own mother would be endlessly reminding him of how such behavior reflects on <em>her</em> image, and it's bad enough that Mrs. Glennford down at the supermarket had seen his father leaving that trashy dive bar on Haverford <em>again</em> and yatta yatta yatta...<br><br>While there was certainly displeasure at his actions -- not in the sudden violation of her private residence, but <em>being out drinking and getting himself hurt</em> -- there was a concern for his well-being. Not something he was used to from the older women in his life. Not since his Aunt died, at least.<br><br><strong>"You were at that party weren't you? Drinking or something?"</strong><br><br>"Well, I'm over twenty-one," he shrugged, "so I'm allowed." He groaned slightly at himself. "Of course, that's also why I bailed as soon as I could. Been there, done that and all." The whiskey hadn't fully been sweat free of his system, so traces of Buffalo were urging him to tell her everything. About Tae, about trying to just find some quiet company in someone else's hot tub, and fleeing. Or perhaps it was just the nature in which she tended to his foot, appealing to the fact that he hadn't really had a conversation with someone in person since... well, since he graduated, really, seeing as his parents didn't know how to have one.<br><br>"I think my foot got snagged on something when I um... hopped your fence," his voice quieted at the last part. He kept his clothing in place on his lap, knee bent and foot lifted on the edge of the chair so she could more easily see the cut along his foot. It ran diagonally across, not enough to be dropping onto her property or the chair but certainly covering a good amount of his foot in red. It shined wetly in the flashlight, though it could be his sock just smeared it to look worse.<br><br>His gaze shifted as her hand placed itself by his leg, the sudden movement bouncing his heart up in his chest for a moment. His eyes then continued to travel up the pink blazer, her flashlight illuminating her features softly. She was a gorgeous woman, and he couldn't imagine her children were truly that old. They must have been grade school at the most. She looked too young to be the parent of any child older. Of course, Terry wasn't used to being around women with artificial youth enhancement, and even if he had been the light wasn't strong enough to make it clear. Either way, his attention was pulled away even from the fact that he was nude, instead to admiration of the woman kneeling before him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | Casa de Ortiz</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 18:08:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c2/67/38/c2673854d4348e28c9f3d9199449de1f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Savannah Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073369#msg13073369)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | The Ortiz Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bright pink blazer over black corset and jeans + heels<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Terry Hunter<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Plans for a little treat meet naked boy<hr>Savannah did her best to inspect the wound on his foot without causing him pain. She wasn't sure how deep it was but it was a bleeder alright. It needed to be properly cleaned and bandaged so that it didn't get infected. Her son had once hid a cut from her and let it get infected... that hadn't been fun at all. He'd only been ten at the time but the memory of it was enough for her to want to be sure that would not be the case here.<br><br><em>"Well, I'm over twenty-one, so I'm allowed."</em><br><br>He really was trying to earn that pop upside the head, wasn't he? Savannah's look said clearly what she thought of that little tidbit of information. Especially as he went on to reveal how he'd gotten this fun little flesh accessory. Men. Clearly, if he really was from around here, he was new. Hopping fences as if he'd been running from something... only boys in trouble did such things. Obviously there were parts of his story he was leaving out, which wasn't unexpected given the faint scents of alcohol and chlorine that clung to him, but they didn't really matter. Or at least they wouldn't change her next set of actions.<br><br>"Next time, do me a favor and use the gate, si?" She patted his leg, noting the way he was looking at her but not thinking much of it. They needed to fix his foot before her mind would ease up on that detail. "Its right over there." She pointed off toward it, just past the pool. "And its not locked." Her daughter--and various visitors--came and went too much to make a lock practical. Besides, he'd pretty much demonstrated the pointlessness of it. A real intruder was not going to be thwarted by a locked gate.<br><br>Pushing herself up, Savannah smiled down at Terry and clapped her hands. "Alright, mijo, let's go. Let's get you inside so I can get you patched up." She jerked her head back the way she had come, noting the glass doors that stood open now. As with before her tone left no room for argument. There was no way she was going to send someone away from her place injured and naked. "You can clean up and dress and then tell me your name and why on earth you decided going around hopping fences was more fun than a party. Come on." She crooked her finger, stepping away though not getting too far ahead in case he needed assistance. Provided he didn't start to topple over or struggle to walk, she would then lead the young man into her living room, her kitchen standing as she'd left it with various things left out straight across from the doors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | Casa de Ortiz</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 20:39:59</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> Evening - Ortiz Backyard and Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Savannah Ortiz<br><strong>Content:</strong> Preparing for treatment<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg?1490501433475&amp;1490501435218&amp;1490501437401)</div>The glowering look the woman gave him as he confessed his age reminded him of a teacher he had back in high school. What was her name again? Misses... Covalik? No! Covachek. Misses Covachek, the art teacher. Terry was never really too good with sketches or anything, but he really enjoyed making clay sculptures. When his parents turned music down he thought maybe he could focus on a different kind of art, but that got rejected as well. The expression this woman gave him looked very much like the less-than-amused gaze of Mrs. Covachek when Terry created a rather... phallic looking clay sculpture.<br><br>His brash, youthful idea of flirting with the teacher.<br><br>The woman's fingers were careful, but her voice was stern. Another commonality with Covachek, though with the added flair of an hispanic accent. His gaze followed to the mentioned gate, head nodding rather idiotically as she commanded him to use that entrance the next time.<br><br>Wait, next time?<br><br><strong>"Alright, mijo, let's go. Let's get you inside so I can get you patched up."</strong><br><br>No time to reflect or ruminate on potential meanings of "next time" -- including the fact that it probably meant nothing at all. The woman stood, pointing the way into her house. Terry nodded again, standing up from the chair. He looked down at himself for a moment before finally shrugging. He placed his clothing onto the chair but for his boxers, which he did his best to keep covered over his sex. Sure, nothing the woman "hadn't seen before", as she had stated, but there was still a sense of politeness to keeping oneself concealed. So she'd only get glimpses of himself hanging freely as he hurried his legs into his boxers, pulling them up to cover his shame. At least, best he could. This particular pair lacked a button on the front, allowing the fly to open every so often.<br><br><strong>"You can clean up and dress and then tell me your name and why on earth you decided going around hopping fences was more fun than a party. Come on."</strong><br><br>He grabbed the rest of his clothing, bundled beneath one arm as he snagged his sneakers in the other, following the woman into her home.<br><br>"Name is Terry," he said. He almost blurted out that he's living with his Uncle, but decided to keep that a secret for now. In the event the woman later decided she'd be pressing charges he didn't want her to know where to find him. Not until he had a better handle on... whatever this was so far. At the very least it was an opportunity to be reminded of his teenage crush on his art teacher, though based on how those jeans wrapped around this woman's rump, Mrs. Covachek <em>never</em> had an ass like that.<br><br>"It wasn't the fence hopping I was planning on doing instead," he explained, crossing the threshold into her home. "Me and um... Yoga-man decided to take a dip in a hot tub." He might be giving too much away, but he didn't want to <em>directly</em> sell his partner in crime out. "When the owner of the home came out instinct took over and I fled." After a moment of reflection, Terry paused. "Shit," he mumbled, "I hope he didn't get in trouble on account of me..."<br><br>With a sigh he continued following the woman through her kitchen, looking at the assortment of fruit, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup. His eyebrow rose taking a gander at it all. "I'm sorry," he said, though a bit light-hearted. "If I knew I was going to interrupt a late night snack I'd have gone to another backyard." He flashed a smile at the woman, hoping to lighten the mood somewhat before glancing about. This place was even larger than Uncle Gavin's place, and a completely different interior design. No clue where he'd even find the restroom. "Where do you keep your medical stuff?" he asked, glancing down to make sure he wasn't getting blood on the floor... or at least, not a lot. Crap, he was gonna have to clean that up for her, too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | Casa de Ortiz</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>04-04-2017, 21:18:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c2/67/38/c2673854d4348e28c9f3d9199449de1f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Savannah Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073369#msg13073369)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | The Ortiz Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bright pink blazer over black corset and jeans + heels<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Terry Hunter<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Nurse Ortiz to the rescue<hr>"I'm Savannah Ortiz," She introduced herself in reply to young man's name. She'd leave it to him what he chose to call her as she wasn't particularly fussy about formality in casual situations. He was after all old enough to drink, as he pointed out, there would be no great break down in the social hierarchy if he chose to address her by her first name. Though she did get a kick out being addressed as Ms./Senora Ortiz by Desi's friends. <br><br>Savannah was a very intuitive woman but even she could not know what precisely was in his head for him to omit. Or even why he would bother. Though she almost chose to point out that yoga-man was possibly too on the head as a descriptor. There was no way for him to know who she knew but that name only brought forth a few possibilities. Granted, he could have been referring to someone she wasn't familiar with but for now it didn't much matter. She wasn't out to bust anyone for anything. It required energy she wasn't really willing to waste on such things. <br><br>Her no nonsense tone was ruined by the amusement his little story brought forth, so her eyes were glittering even as she tried to retrain the obvious smile creeping in. "You and yoga-man, eh?" Her brow quirked but she left that alone. "I'd say it would depend on who the owner was whether he's in trouble. Some of the people around here can be a little, um..., what's the word...," she snapped her fingers as the word came to her, "uppity! They can be a little uppity, but then others... well, he could honestly be quite happy by now. Certainly in less pain than you." She shot a pointed look toward his foot as she rounded the long kitchen counter, noting that he could indeed walk on it okay. It made her feel better and reassured her in her assessment that he didn't need stitches. A good cleaning and a bandage should suffice. <br><br>Disappearing into the pantry for a moment, Savannah went to the first aid kit stashed there and grabbed it. Being the mother of two children in a house like this had made her the ever prepared sort. Especially as her son had delighted in thinking himself utterly invincible. The boy had come home with more cuts and bruises than she'd though possible for a little boy. Of course, getting older hadn't changed that about him. They'd had too many emergency room visits for her liking. She was just glad he'd chose the Air Force as his destination instead of the Marines. Though it wouldn't surprise her if he wrote home about somehow landing the most dangerous damn job possible in the branch. Admittedly, though he was a few years older at least, Terry reminded her of her son. Made her miss him like crazy. <br><br>"Everywhere." Was her response to his question as she stepped back out of the pantry with the plastic box. "My son is the ultimate daredevil. Thought himself some sort of god, I'm sure. Unfortunately, he bleeds like a mere mortal. Frequently. So I learned to keep bandages on hand." She laughed but there was something softer in her voice as she looked to Terry and she pointed to one of the two tall chairs pulled up to the counter. "Siéntate." <br><br>Setting the kit down on the counter she began removing her blazer to hang over the back of the other chair before moving the things she'd pulled out for her snack down a bit. "I'm glad you didn't end up in another yard honestly. You were going to put a dirty sock over that cut... that's... no bueno, mijo, no bueno." She turned on a few more lights, changing the dim setting to something that made the space a bit brighter, a bit warmer and easier to see by.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | Casa de Ortiz</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>04-04-2017, 23:51:15</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> Evening - Ortiz Backyard and Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Savannah Ortiz<br><strong>Content:</strong> Kitchen Aid<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg?1490501433475&amp;1490501435218&amp;1490501437401)</div>"Good to meet you Miss Ortiz," Terry replied, internally wincing at himself. He'd used the title less out of politeness and more out of habit, now that he was reliving his old high school crush. Of course, with any of her teachers, no matter how calm and amused they got, there was always that sense of... condescension? That knowledge that they were older, you were just a putz, and it was all just some boyhood dream.<br><br>Now, however, Savannah herself was becoming more relaxed. The authority in her voice remained somewhat, but she was otherwise more calm and comfortable, which revealed a more casual side. As much as Terry wasn't a kid anymore, he didn't really feel like an adult, either, and every adult around him had always been an authority figure of some sort. Even if it were as a mentor rather than teacher, employer, or guardian. This interaction with Savannah... it reminded him as something so stupid and childish as falling off his bike in front of a neighbor's house as a kid, being treated to a chocolate popsicle after the band-aid had been applied.<br><br><strong>"I'd say it would depend on who the owner was whether he's in trouble. Some of the people around here can be a little, um..., what's the word...uppity! They can be a little uppity, but then others... well, he could honestly be quite happy by now. Certainly in less pain than you."</strong><br><br>Terry's eyes followed her as she made her way around her kitchen, fetching her supplies while he stood around feeling a bit awkward. There was really nothing for him to do, or rather, no way he knew how he could help. In the worst way he was feeling more and more like a child. Perhaps the real sting was that, as a child, he wouldn't have realized how beautiful a woman like Miss Ortiz was. Whenever she faced him he tried to keep his eyes on hers, but whenever she turned away that backside just beckoned him like a lighthouse leading ships in the fog.<br><br>"Quite happy?" he questioned softly, trying to decipher the code. She certainly seemed to know who his partner in crime was that evening, based on the tone of voice. Given that Aric was a Yoga teacher, it was more than possible that the different women of the neighborhood took part in his class. He shrugged, dismissing any further attempts to figure out what she could mean.<br><br><strong>"My son is the ultimate daredevil. Thought himself some sort of god, I'm sure. Unfortunately, he bleeds like a mere mortal. Frequently. So I learned to keep bandages on hand."</strong><br><br>Terry complied to her demand, setting his clothing down upon one of the stools while seating himself on the other. He wasn't sure how he felt about the comparison to her son. Everything was confusing tonight. He felt too old to be around the kids at the party but he felt like a child when he was around adults. Just what the Hell was he?<br><br>"I'm sorry about the blood," he sighed, looking at the spotted trail he made along her kitchen tile. "Once we're done here I'll clean it up for... you." The brief stutter was driven by his shift of focus to Savannah, watching her breasts push forward as she slipped her blazer off. Without the overcoat her corset was fully showcasing the goods, lifting and presenting her bust in a way he hadn't even noticed inside yet. Forget Mrs. Covachek. Miss Ortiz had it <em>all</em>, and the thought of her kneeling down before him to take care of his foot had him reconsidering precisely who would earn themselves a "chocolate popsicle" tonight.<br><br><em>No, idiot, stop,</em> Terry shook his head. Not exactly the situation to be filling one's head with fantasies.<br><br><strong><em>"If you get your dick sucked by some sloppy whore wearing a cross around her neck, then you totally owe me for dragging you along tonight."</em></strong><br><br>He didn't know why that popped up into his mind just this moment, but it did... though Savannah looked to be anything <em>but</em> sloppy, and she certainly had class. This was a woman, not a whore. No cross necklace, either... So, let's say she <em>did</em> decide to give his popsicle a taste... did he owe Tae? Or could he toss it back in her face?<br><br>Much like an idiot, Terry was unaware of the stupid smile on his face.
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