Towering Pines | The Leighton Place
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				Title: <strong>Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 01:30:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: autumn;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Leighton Place</span></span></div><br><div align="center">(https://inception-app-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/MDA0NjEyYzUtYTJmOC00MWJmLThmYjItNjUyODhmZDdiMTI1/content/2015/12/Bethel%20Park-5.jpg)<br><br>(https://static.concretenetwork.com/photo-gallery/images/1200x625Exact_0x58/concrete-patios_3/the-green-scene_3968.jpg)(http://www.design-myhome.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/backyard-patio-design-30-patio-design-ideas-for-your-backyard-worthminer.jpg)(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/96/11/3a/96113a227ea7a834dfcf52dbec3f1dab.jpg)(http://www.budgetdumpster.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/Mid-Century-Kitchen.jpg)(http://www.almrsal.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/luxury_bedroom_furniture_4_ideas.jpg)(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/6a/4b/4e/6a4b4ee56d3ff78898cf1d558dfe5357.jpg)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Bogart</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 02:33:42</strong>
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				<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Continued from Weaver Way (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264907.msg13083782#msg13083782) and Desmond Drive... (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264911.msg13083781#msg13083781)</span></em></strong><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> Evening - Leighton Hot Tub<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aric<br><strong>Content:</strong> Relaxation<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>When Aric gestured for the flask, Terry wasted no time placing it back into his hand. He nodded at the tall guy's gestures regarding the party, somehow knowing exactly what the guy meant. Sort of. He at least understood the vague feeling of the whole situation being odd. Unwelcoming? Nah, that wasn't it... out of place.<br><br>"You know.. I think i might know a good spot. Hot tub sound fair enough?"<br><br>"Sounds perfect," Terry nodded, taking another swig of the whiskey. Only a finger, finger-and-a-half remained in the tumbler. Did he really drink it that quick? Then again, he hadn't really drank anything at his parents' house. It had been a while. Guess he just developed a thirst.<br><br>"You know you still haven't said your name."<br><br>The taller one grinned at him, amused by his own omission of his identity. <em>Did I not?</em> He thought, nose crinkling as his head tilted in thought. He almost missed Aric turning off the sidewalk and through some of the bushes and manicured yards. <em>Shit,</em> he thought to himself, <em>doesn't anyone around here use the God damn side<strong>walk</strong>?</em> Nonetheless, he followed the man through, accepting his assistance for tall fences. Terry wasn't exactly short himself, but it wasn't often you ran into a guy as tall as Aric. Once over, he would reach his hand out, helping Aric as well. It was amazing he didn't spill any of his drink in the process. Hm. Best to take another sip, just to be sure that it was a more manageable amount.<br><br>"Been here a couple months. Nough to get used to some of the goings on. Mostly spend my time at college, or at work, Instructor at the Yoga studio couple nights outta the week. I got the weekend free, and felt the need to get out and just.. Enjoy."<br><br>"So you actually got a job around here?" Terry said, eyebrows raised. "Presumptuous of me to assume all you rich kids around here don't have to work 'cuz of all their parents' cash." He took the offered flask from Aric, taking another sip of the Grouse, then shook his head and handed the flask back. "Awfully presumptuous, considering my own situation."<br><br>The two of them approached one final row of hedge, easily stepping through it. Aric crumpled his pizza box while Terry covered the remains of his drink, making sure no needles or leaves fell into it. When they had crossed through they found themselves in quite the fancy yard. Stone tile and brick laid down to create quite the inviting social spot, including what looked to be an outdoor brick oven. Even living at Uncle Gavin's place for a week, or even seeing the impressive size of that modern mansion they just left, he was not ready for such a sight. Once more his partner in crime went unnoticed, Aric tossing the crumpled pizza box into a trash can hidden away from the social space and camouflaged by the hedge. The pool and hot tub were lit, giving a soft glow to the yard and its current occupants. Terry couldn't help but think of his father, constantly haranguing he and his mom about leaving the lights on. 'Electricity ain't free!' he'd shout.<br><br>What about you?&nbsp; You look a bit more 'Hardcore' then most the people out here, new to the area or just visiting family?"<br><br>"Ummm," Terry said, stepping up to the hot tub embedded at the end of the pool. He set his glass down upon the stone ledge before approaching one of the chairs with white cushioning, fingers already reaching his studded belt. "First, hope you don't mind the sight of a bigger blacker dick," he jested, referencing a common card game. He had no doubt someone Aric's age would have played it by now. "But, well, kinda both. I'm staying with my Uncle, Gavin Brightman." Terry studied the other man to see if he responded in any fashion. His Uncle had become a bit of a recluse, but he was known around the development at one point. Even if Aric was too young to really have been familiar with him, it's possible word and gossip spread. In the end, Terry had no clue what people thought of his Uncle around here. "Parents thought I'd have a better chance of finding a job out here," he said, tossing the belt onto the chair. He stripped the sleeveless shirt off with ease, tossing it atop his belt before moving onto his pants.<br><br>Now, Terry played mister confident, but only because he knew nudity in front of another man was a lot like tearing off a band-aid from a very, very hairy spot. It's a special brand of discomfort, and the longer you dragged it out, the worst it was. Best to just get it done and over with. So he kept himself quiet and kicked his shoes and socks off as his fingers worked the button and fly of his jeans. He then shoved them and his boxers down, tossing everything into a pile on the chair. He didn't make eye contact, nor even look to see what state of dress Aric was in. He simply turned, stepped right into the hot tub, and retrieved his glass.<br><br>Once comfortable, Terry's head leaned back against the stone rim, smiling, letting out a relaxed sigh.<br><br>"Now <em>this</em> is good shit," he nodded, taking another swig of his whiskey. "Anyway... as I said, guess I'm in no place to judge rich kids for not working when I ain't got shit myself." He turned the glass in his hand, looking at the final sip of Buffalo Trace remaining. His head felt light. A feeling he hadn't had in a while. In fact, even his fingers tingled slightly. Maybe... maybe "drunk" was what he needed right now.<br><br>"So what are ya going to College for?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLaughingOne</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 04:30:34</strong>
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				Name: Aric Vale<br>Time &amp; Location: Evening After Party | Leighton residence<br>Tagging: Terry &amp; any others in the area and interested.<br>Content: Nekkid time!<br><br>Aric grin seeming to notice Terry's exasperation as he went "off road", and happily accepted the hands over when offered. Then laughing softly at Terrys amazement at him having a job, then considers, "Your not to far off, plenty of people out here seem to think that "everythings going to be taken care of" so dont bother with getting themselves setup. I just happen to like working, enjoy my job, and not having to go to my mum all the time when im strapped. Independance.. Relative at least, is nice."<br><br>Sauntering over to the pool Aric stripped down quickly considering he only had the shirt and shorts on, giving a snort and grins, no real hesitation in his actions. He did get up almost naked infront of large groups of people, male and female several times a week to flex and stretch in ways that showed off allot of his body, and the spirits had done a good bit to leave him a nice chill buzz as he fiddled with the hot tubs controls a moment to get it going, starting with a light jet setting at first as he clambered in. He considered a moment at the mention of Gavin and considers a moment, "Didnt he do some writing for a couple movies and all?" He half hops/slides into the tub settling in slowly before sighing contently picking up his flask taking another drink from it.<br><br>"Eh, I think its a fair thing, your out looking for work, most here far as i can tell havent even had the thought really apply yet, though there are a few who have their own little thing going, Shane, the guy throwing the party, mows lawns, does well nough he bought his own car, pretty nice one to. Think a few guys work for the local pool guy..." A bit of bitterness creeps into his voice as he takes another drink from the flask and sets it on the rim in easy reach of both of them. He lightened up at the college question and smiled, "Exercise sciences and Kinesiology, which basicly is learning how the body moves and functions and how best to work it out, and how to help it heal from muscle injuries and such. Big mouthful but largely training to be a coach, physical fitness instructor, or physical therapist. Or you can sell out and make up some fake shit like "Tae bo" and trick stupid people into thinking your a genius." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 05:21:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://gesiella.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/p007.jpg?w=500)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Bleeding Raven (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/da/97/ca/da97ca8db7b929a5f462a1e8194a6bb3.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Aric &amp; Terry<br><strong>Content</strong>: Busting the boys<br><br><hr><br>Violet's walk around the neighborhood led her back to her own home and she was pleased to see the familiar, somewhat Gothic, shape silhouetted against the dark sky and greenbelt that backed her property.&nbsp; As she walked up to the front door, she heard Bogart barking inside and frowned to herself, unlocking the door and stepping inside.&nbsp; When she heard the full-sized Husky bounding through the house toward her, she braced herself to see blood on his muzzle.&nbsp; She knew if he'd trapped an intruder, he'd never leave, so if he was barking because someone broke into the house, then that unlucky person must be incapacitated.&nbsp; To be careful, she left the lights off and made certain to be extra quiet as she closed the door behind her.&nbsp; Couching, her eyes well-adjusted to the darkness, she studied her agitated dog's face and found no blood or any sign that he's attacked a burglar.&nbsp; "What's wrong, honey?&nbsp; Hm?"<br><br>She whispered to him and tied to calm him by rubbing his neck, but he wasn't having it.&nbsp; Pulling away from her, he ran back through the house to the sliding glass doors that led out onto what Vi called the lanai.&nbsp; She followed him and peeked out through the chiffon curtains to spy two young men in her hot tub, which gave her pause.&nbsp; Another quick glance showed no one else in the vicinity, and she knew Clark was unlikely to have come home so quickly...especially with two guys in tow.&nbsp; She recognized the tall one, of course, but she hadn't ever seen the other around, and had to wonder where he was from.&nbsp; Another moment of studying the scene made her gasp softly.&nbsp; <em>Oh, he must be trying to keep his sexuality a secret from Alex!&nbsp; But, Alex wouldn't be upset by this, surely.&nbsp; Hmm...Maybe he's just not ready for her to know.</em><br><br>She softly drew the curtains aside and opened the door as quietly as possible, stepping outside and walking a bit closer before calling to them.&nbsp; "Excuse me?&nbsp; Hello?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 14:42:55</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 - Leighton Hot Tub<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aric<br><strong>Content:</strong> Fly, you fools!<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>Terry's eyes wandered up to the night sky. The pumping bass from the party could still lightly be heard out here, but none of its garish light could block the view of the stars above. It wasn't as nice a view as going camping with his pops in Michigan, but they were far enough from the city that you could at least make out a number of constellations. Terry took the last sip of his Buffalo Trace, settling the tumbler to the side with a clink as the exterior warmth of the tub blended with the interior warmth of the whiskey.<br><br>"Didnt he do some writing for a couple movies and all?"<br><br>Terry nodded. "Yeah. I think one of them was a biopic about Albert Einstein or something." He shrugged. "The sort of stuff that gets the Oscar people tripping over themselves to slather their gravy on." He had to be honest, his Uncle's scripts weren't often something in his area of interest. That didn't mean he didn't recognize his Uncle as a talented writer, though... at least, at one point.<br><br>He sunk further into the tub, taking Aric's offered flask and enjoying just one last drip of Black Grouse before leaving the rest for the rightful owner of the drink. His eyes closed as he listened to his compatriot discuss the neighborhood work ethic, nodding in understanding. So the kid with the huge house mows lawns? Huh. At the mention of the pool boy, Terry couldn't only smirk and give a soft chuckle. Visions of porno films decades old began to dance their stripper dance in his head.<br><br>"Exercise sciences and Kinesiology, which basically is learning how the body moves and functions and how best to work it out, and how to help it heal from muscle injuries and such. Big mouthful but largely training to be a coach, physical fitness instructor, or physical therapist. Or you can sell out and make up some fake shit like 'Tae bo' and trick stupid people into thinking you're a genius."<br><br>Terry's eyes opened back up as Aric listed out his focus of study, the lift of his brow indicating how impressed he was. He opened his mouth to respond, stopping at the sudden sound of a muffled dog's bark. Did he not notice it before? Was there a dog in this house? He sat up in the tub, listening for a moment. No car pulled up to the driveway. They'd have heard it or at least seen some lights through the window panes. However, after a few moments the barking seemed to stop. <em>Must have been another house,</em> he thought to himself, relaxing once more.<br><br>"I'm gonna be honest," he turned back towards Aric. "I didn't understand half of what you just said, but it sounds awesome. I wish I had gone to school for something I was excited about, but instead I--"<br><br>"Excuse me?&nbsp; Hello?"<br><br>Terry froze. The light of the pool and hot tub did more to block his vision rather than highlight the approaching pin-up in the darkness. The tone of voice was not angry or threatening, but instead more curious and even somewhat inviting. But all Terry could think about was the fact that he was a black man trespassing on someone's property in a neighborhood full of rich white folk.<br><br>"Shit!" he cursed, a burst of adrenaline -- or was it a surge from the alcohol? -- flooding his limbs. He half-hoisted, half-rolled out of the hot tub, immediately reaching for his clothing and shoes, forgetting all about the glass tumbler sitting upon the ledge of the tub. He assumed that Aric would be leaping out as well, completely unaware that his companion was, in fact, staying behind. So Terry sprinted ahead through the hedge, ignoring the scratching of needle and branch, and began to weave through the lawns, trying to find his way back to Robinson Road...<br><br><strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Continued on Desmond Drive... (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264911.msg13086174#msg13086174)</span></em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLaughingOne</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 16:46:00</strong>
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				Name: Aric Vale (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070356#msg13070356)<br>Time &amp; Location: Evening After Party | Leighton residence<br>Tagging: Violet Leighton<br>Content: Surprised Confusion and why did i think it was a good idea to be naked..?<br><br>Aric aahhed and nodded at the revelation of Terry's uncle, chuckling lightly at the mention of the oscars and all, to be honest biopics like that werent really his thing either.. He accepted the flask and raised it in salute before downing whats left savoring the taste and feeling, the nice buzz of the alcohol rumbling through his body further amplified by the hot water leaving him feeling a good bit into drunk, but thankfully not horribly so. <br><br>He paused as Terry froze at the sound of the barking dog... He had mentioned the dog right? Oh well, with the barking stopping he shrugged and leaned back relaxing into the jets, perking up at Ms. Leightons voice calling out, had the meeting gotten out already?? Damn! "Uh, Hell-" he blinked as Terry was suddenly flying out of the hot tub and off like a shot, the quick roll to pick up his cloth and then on his feet and he was gone.. Aric blinked in confusion as he stood up, now showing fully naked in the cool air, stared at the streak disappearing into the night with a look of drunken amazement... He HAD mentioned that Ms. Leighton was a family friend right..? Granted, it was unlikely she was expecting the son of said friend to be in her hot tub unannounced... ... And Naked?? when the hell did that happen!?!<br><br>"Aaaauuuuhhhhh....." He looked around awkwardly, the whiskey having left his brain a bit slow as it stumbled to get work. Hands Eventually, and far to late at his brain remembered how big of a crush he had on her, covered himself up as his face took on the hue of a 10,000 dollar ruby, almost glowing in the darkness as he stood in the steaming water.. "Um.. Hello Ms. Leighton... ... Sorry bout..." he gestured with his head awkwardly, "this..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 21:30:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://gesiella.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/p007.jpg?w=500)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Bleeding Raven (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/da/97/ca/da97ca8db7b929a5f462a1e8194a6bb3.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Aric<br><strong>Content</strong>: Busting the boys<br><br><hr><br>She stood there in surprise and open amusement as she watched the unfamiliar young man scramble out of the hot tub and gather his clothing in record time.&nbsp; As impressed as she was by his speed, she winced as he bolted through the bushes and then finally turned back to Aric.&nbsp; She glanced him over distantly, then focused her gaze on his bright red face, offering a reassuring smile.<br><br>"No need to be embarrassed, darling.&nbsp; You are welcome here anytime.&nbsp; I didn't mean to scare your boyfriend away, though.&nbsp; I hope he's not hurt."<br><br>She glanced over at the bushes, looking mildly concerned, then turned back to Aric, stepping a bit closer with a much gentler smile.<br><br>"Sweetie, I understand you might not be ready to come out to your mother, and so I promise not to say anything about this to her.&nbsp; But, Aric, there's absolutely nothing wrong with being gay, or bisexual, or pansexual...or whatever type of sexuality you are.&nbsp; Your mother is a wonderful, open-minded woman and she will embrace you and support you, no mater what.&nbsp; You know that, don't you?"<br><br>As she spoke, she moved around, gathering Aric's things and making a neatly folded pile on the end of one of the loungers.&nbsp; After putting his shoes on the ground beneath them, she turned back to him, brushing her hair back from her face.&nbsp; <br><br>"Next time you come over, hun, just use the key in the planter by the back door and let Bogart out, would you?&nbsp; He gets into <em>such</em> a tizzy when he doesn't know who's out here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLaughingOne</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 04:04:47</strong>
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				Name: Aric Vale (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070356#msg13070356)<br>Time &amp; Location: Evening After Party | Leighton residence<br>Tagging: Violet Leighton<br>Content: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">says it all</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/gjMsdoz.jpg)</div></div><br><br>Aric blinked awkwardly, shuffling about the hot tub trying to get to the edge to get out, slipping and almost splashing down a couple times as he stepped on the running jets before finally getting to the edge. He was listening carefully to what Ms. Leighton was saying... But it still took a few moments to cycle through. It was about the point that he was picking up his shorts and emptying the pockets so he didnt get his phone and all wet where he suddenly stiffened and started to look up at her, only to tip over to the ground with a grunt as he hit..<br><br>"Wait... Boyfriend..? I'm not..." He trailed off, face skewing up showing the exact thought process.. First signs of revulsion, then confusion, followed by consideration, and finishing with a half grudging shrug.. "Naa.. I mean, I won't lie that I've seen a couple guys I thought were attractive, but not to a point I'd DO anything like that.. Well.. there was Charlie.. But he... She..? Ended up going through transition but still only wanted to date girls so.." He shrugs and struggles into the shorts, pausing as he realizes they are on backwards and sighs starting to try and get them off again.<br><br>A sudden look of realization crossing his face as he looks up at her, "Wait... Do you think.. Maybe he was..? Interested in me..?" His eyebrows skewed as he contemplated this and started to pull the cargo shorts on again. Backwards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 05:02:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://gesiella.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/p007.jpg?w=500)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Bleeding Raven (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/da/97/ca/da97ca8db7b929a5f462a1e8194a6bb3.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Aric<br><strong>Content</strong>: Busting the boys<br><br><hr><br>She nodded a bit as he rambled, cocking a perfectly-groomed brow, then chuckled softly.&nbsp; "Oh...I didn't realize straight young men hot tubbed together naked.&nbsp; But, I suppose you <em>do</em> steam together naked and there's all that locker room time, so perhaps it was bad of me to make assumptions.&nbsp; Anyhow, I'm glad that you're not struggling with your sexuality, honey."&nbsp; She absently patted his arm, then turned to head back inside, calling over her shoulder.<br><br>"Be sure to turn off the jets before you leave, darling.&nbsp; Oh..."<br><br>She paused at his question and turned back a bit, tilting her head and shrugging one shoulder with a slight smile.&nbsp; "Possibly, sweetheart, if <em>he</em> was the one who suggested the two of you get naked?&nbsp; Or it might have been as innocent for him as it was for you.&nbsp; You won't know if you don't ask."&nbsp; <br><br>She wiggled her fingers at him, then turned to head back into the house, stopping just inside the door to call back once more.&nbsp; "I could smell the whiskey, Aric Vale.&nbsp; If you leave here and get behind the wheel, you'll have much bigger concerns than whether another boy wants to have sex with you.&nbsp; Understood?"<br><br>She waited for affirmation, then stepped fully into the house and closed the door behind her, dropping a hand to rub Bogart's ears soothingly.&nbsp; "It's okay, baby, it was just some silly, drunk boys borrowing the hot tub.&nbsp; You were such a good boy for Mommy, trying to chase the bad men away.&nbsp; You deserve a treat."<br><br>She led the dog into the kitchen and removed half a cooked chicken breast from the 'dog' drawer in the fridge, popping the diced meat into the microwave for thirty seconds before bending to put the plate down on Bogart's mat.&nbsp; As he went to town on the food, she wandered back through the dark house and up the stairs to her bedroom, fingers deftly finding and removing the bobby pins in her hair.&nbsp; Amidst the Victorian opulence that starkly contrasted the bright colors and clean lines of the mid-century decor in the rest of the house, she removed her clothes with a sigh of relief.&nbsp; Vi loved to dress up, it was one of her favorite things, but part of what made dressing up so wonderful was undressing at the end.&nbsp; It was like dessert at the end of a meal.&nbsp; She neatly put away her clothes and sat naked before her vanity to begin removing her make-up, purring in satisfaction as the soft, damp cloths gently caressed her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLaughingOne</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 05:25:15</strong>
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				<br>Name: Aric Vale (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070356#msg13070356)<br>Time &amp; Location: Evening After Party | Leighton residence<br>Tagging: Violet Leighton<br>Content: YisMa'am..<br><br>Aric nodded, a sheepish look as he made attempt three of getting dressed, finally getting the shorts on right and begins refilling his pockets. "He started stripping down first but said nothing and i just.." He shrugs, "Didnt even occur to me i was wearing shorts so could just get in..." he gave a long sigh and got up wobbily and at her prompting started to shut down the jets to the tub.<br><br>At the mention of drinking he winced slightly, and the mention of driving drunk he winced heavily. He had already been busted for that once, the only real stain on his nearly spotless record. It served to make him feel even more ashamed as he slipped on the shirt.. "Yes Ma'am.. Sorry again for the trouble.."<br><br>He watched her go before letting out a heavy sigh and slumping. He looked around and gathered up the rest of the things laying around and generally cleaned up before bundling the glass and whatever clothes Terry forgot together and headed towards home.<br><br>It was about a minute later he returned wincing slightly with each step to slip his sandals back on and head home for real this time..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 08:14:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db7db8f7840683039c51474aa07235f2/tumblr_ohv16aumZA1r4pwnio1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Night | Leighton Study<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Beneath Robe (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/27/23/f6/2723f6403ed9e2756c1f3503bef13391.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Closed<br><strong>Content</strong>: Unwinding<br><br><hr><br>After thoroughly removing her makeup, Vi glanced at herself in the mirror, pleased with the view.&nbsp; She'd never been the sort of woman who spent a lot of time staring at herself and agonizing over every little laugh line and blemish.&nbsp; Granted, she knew she'd been blessed with good genes that had made her naturally lovely and had kept her that way over the years, but she worked to ensure she remained appealing to her own eye.&nbsp; A healthy lifestyle, plenty of joy, a good moisturizing routine and light Botox were all it took to keep the ravages of time at bay, and she had no plans to go to any more extreme lengths.&nbsp; Some of her favorite actresses, women whose beauty was unparalleled in their time or any other, grew old gracefully and with undeniable dignity.&nbsp; She could only hope to age with that same poise.<br><br>She smoothed a small amount of serum over her face and neck in a thin layer, letting her soft skin soak it up as she reached for her soft-bristled brush and gently ran it through her thick, black hair.&nbsp; Once the soft strands were falling loose and wavy around her face, she set the brush down and rose to her feet.&nbsp; Her closet was the size of some one-bedroom apartments, and none of the space was wasted.&nbsp; A small settee in the center of the room provided a comfortable and convenient place for putting on one of hundreds of pairs of shoes.&nbsp; Her clothing was neatly arranged on hangers and in specially designed drawers, and her lingerie and everyday jewelry was tucked away out of sight in smaller drawers.&nbsp; She adored her closet, knowing it would make Imelda Marcos gag with pure envy.&nbsp; In fact, if pressed, she'd name it as her favorite place in the house.<br><br>Tonight she didn't linger.&nbsp; She selected a sheer, black bodysuit to sleep in, along with a gorgeous, wine-colored, fur-trimmed, satin gown to wear over it, for modesty's(and glamour's) sake.&nbsp; She added a pair of maribu-feather, kitten-heeled slippers and some plain black and silver jewelry before leaving her bedroom.&nbsp; She knew it was a bit silly to wear jewelry and heels in her own home, but she felt naked without them and didn't care what anyone else thought.&nbsp; Sparkles and heels made her feel beautiful and she'd rather feel beautiful 24/7.<br><br>She stretched with a happy murr as she passed through the house, feeling Bogart brush against her legs as she made her way back to the kitchen.&nbsp; "Did you enjoy your chicken, sweetheart?&nbsp; Who's my special boy?"&nbsp; She bent to press a kiss to the Husky's head and then straightened to finally turn on the lights.&nbsp; As she moved around the kitchen to pour herself a glass of far-better wine than what had been on offer at the meeting and a small snack of crackers and cheese, she hummed to herself.&nbsp; Anyone who knew Vi well was aware that she was an unapologetic homebody.&nbsp; She loved shopping and travel but, like her love of dressing up, the best part was the end.&nbsp; Nowhere felt more cozy, comfortable and inviting than her own home, and she worked hard to make and keep it that way.<br><br>Taking a moment to wipe down the kitchen counters, she then picked up her snack, turned off the light and led Bogart to the study.&nbsp; The mid-century design aesthetic continued there, though the abundance of modern books and technology ruined the illusion.&nbsp; Still, she'd done what she could to make certain the Bose stereo and high-end computer blended in as best they could, and she'd done a damn good job, in her modest opinion.&nbsp; She put her plate ans glass down on the desk and settled in the chair, settling in as she turned the stereo on to her favorite playlist, keeping it soft enough to merely serve as background music.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 03:26:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; June 2, Night, Leighton Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Black sleeveless t-shirt, faded khaki combats.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Violet Leighton<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Getting home, getting ready for a shower.<br><br>&nbsp;Clark walked home from the Eames' place. Mostly because he could, he'd only had one beer, a little to kill some time and get some more excerise in. Shifting the box of beer bottles from one arm to another along the way, he shook his head at the evening, laughing to himself. He wasn't sure if he felt a bit too old, or a bit too young. Or just too boring. In any case, no-one needed him to stir things up, or smooth things over and he wasn't in the mood to make a huge fuss to get attention. Good on Shane talking to Mrs St.Clair though, it occured to Clark that he didn't know quite what kind of woman she was. Best not to judge based on career, he found.<br><br>&nbsp;Turning the key in the lock of his home, Clark slipped in quietly, looking around to see if Bogart was going to try and bump him off balance. The lack of immediate needy dog suggested Vi had already gotten in. "Hey Vi, I'm home!" He called out casually, shutting and locking the front door before ambling into the kitchen, tucking his box into the cupboard set aside for him. Not that the supplies of the house were lacking, but everthing would get put away in the place Vi thought it should be, so the comprimise of his own space let him find anything he bought ever.<br><br>&nbsp;Grabbing a bottle from the box and a bag of pretzels, he strolled upstairs to his room, stretching and rolling his shoulders with a yawn. "Going to have a shower, alright?" He called out to the open door of Vi's study, nudging his door half-closed as he stripped out of his clothes and wrapped a bath towel around his waist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 05:38:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db7db8f7840683039c51474aa07235f2/tumblr_ohv16aumZA1r4pwnio1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Night | Leighton Study<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Beneath Robe (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/27/23/f6/2723f6403ed9e2756c1f3503bef13391.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Clark Leighton<br><strong>Content</strong>: Fun and games<br><br><hr><br>Bogart curled up at her side and she started up one of the few games she had on her computer.&nbsp; Most people would be surprised to see Vi playing video games, and they'd have been right to be only a few months prior, but she had finally been drawn in by the games on her tablet.&nbsp; The device was a god-send on trips and when she had a doctor's appointment, and she'd become enamored with the Match-3 games on it.&nbsp; From there, it had been a simple side-step to discovering computer Match-3 games...and from there Huniepop.&nbsp; She had been excited to discover there was a whole genre devoted to trying to get laid, but most of the games greatly disappointed her with their unrealistic and misogynistic writing and gameplay.&nbsp; But, Huniepop had Match-3 and its writing was clearly tongue-in-cheek, plus the voice work was lovely.*<br><br>So, that's how she came to be trying to seduce a busty Indian girl with the most adorable name when she heard her son come in the front door.&nbsp; "Hello, darling!"&nbsp; She listened with a smile as he moved around the house, and the majority of her focus was on the computer screen as she hunted out combos.&nbsp; Every so often her free hand lifted the glass of wine to her lips for a small sip, or plucked a smoked almond from the bowl on her desk.&nbsp; <br><br>"Alright, love.&nbsp; When you're done, will you come in and help me with something?&nbsp; There's no rush."&nbsp; She called back with a glance over her shoulder, before turning back to her computer, a tiny frown tugging down the corners of her lips.&nbsp; Every so often a moan rose from the speakers and she huffed softly.<br><br><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">*This post is not sponsored by Ryan Koons</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 06:18:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; June 2, Night, Leighton Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Black towel.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Violet Leighton<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Helping mom.<br><br>&nbsp;Clark heard his mother calling and rolled his eyes. Part of him dreaded to think what petty task awaited him. Or embarrassing perhaps. Vi did occasionally ask him for 'A young man's opinion on this design.' or similar. He wasn't sure if she ever took his opinion seriously, or if she just like to tease him. But in the interest of a quieter life, he learnt not to play the grumpy teenager.<br><br>&nbsp;"No problem, just freshening up." He called as he entered the bathroom, ducking under a hot and pounding shower to blast off the light sweat the hot night and long walk had produced. Coming back out ten minutes later, a sharp citrus scent clung to him a bit tighter than the towel around his waist. He rubbed a smaller towel through his red hair, padding into Vi's study humming to himself, still beaded with moisture.<br><br>&nbsp;"Hey Bogey. Keeping mum safe?" He leant down to ruffle behind the husky's ears with one damp hand, making the dog huff and shimmy at the feel of it. Putting his forearm across the back of Vi's chair, Clark rested his weight for a moment, gaze kept above his mother and her computer in a practised casual manner. "What did you need a hand with, Vi? It's been a while since somethings come up, I think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 06:39:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db7db8f7840683039c51474aa07235f2/tumblr_ohv16aumZA1r4pwnio1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Night | Leighton Study<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Beneath Robe (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/27/23/f6/2723f6403ed9e2756c1f3503bef13391.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Clark Leighton<br><strong>Content</strong>: Fun and games<br><br><hr><br>She was grumbling a touch by the time he joined her, but she still grinned when he spoke to Bogart.&nbsp; "Of course he is...he's a good boy.&nbsp; A couple of naked boys were borrowing our hot tub when I got home and Bogey was <em>not</em> pleased.&nbsp; They were lucky I didn't let him out before I left."&nbsp; She laughed softly and then leaned her head back, pouting a bit more.<br><br>"Clark, I'm doing my best to get this girl off, but I've been getting nowhere.&nbsp; There's lots of moaning, at one point she had her bra off and then...nothing.&nbsp; I mean, I'm all for spending a little time to get a girl's motor running, but I'm beginning to think she might be a stationary bike!"<br><br>She turned her head a bit to peer up at him with beseeching blue eyes.&nbsp; "Will you help me?"<br><br>The scent of his freshly-washed skin mingled in a pleasing manner with the scent of the subtly-perfumed cotton and honeysuckle powder she used on her skin.&nbsp; Her nostrils flared slightly as she inhaled and murmured in delight t the combination, silently making a note to herself to remember it.&nbsp; She'd been considering her own line of cosmetics, lotions, powders and perfumes to sell out of the boutique, and she'd been noticing odors more as a result.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 06:56:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; June 2, Night, Leighton Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Black towel.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Violet Leighton<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Helping mom.<br><br>&nbsp;"Poor Bogey. Did they catch your tongue on the way out, Vi? Looks like there's a lot of crazy in people's pants this evening." He shrugged and grinned a little at her pout. There was something weird in the air, maybe a bit of madness in the summer heat. "But seriously, I hope they weren't a real bother?"<br><br>&nbsp;Clark nodded along, slowly frowning deeper and deeper. "Mum. Are you spending my inheritance on a camgirl?" He finally peered over down at the screen, a perfunctory glance down over Violet to find out if she was decent enough to toss in the averted eyes business. "Oh. Haha. Wow, how did you find this one?" He snorted a laugh, rounding the chair in a couple of steps. One hand held the towel at his waist, the one that had been drying his hair over his far shoulder. His free hand reached out for the mouse, making a few quick matches. "Ah, yeah. I remember. This isn't like the date games. You don't have a limited number of moves, but that bar fades with time, so you just have to get whatever you can as quickly as possible." He clicked and dragged a bit more, eliciting a speedy chain of moans and making the character lose her bra again. "Maybe a bit depressing if you think that's how the designer approached sex?"<br><br>&nbsp;Clark shrugged, straightening up and giving Vi space to use the mouse again. "That all make sense?" With a cock of his head he huffed a laugh. "And Beli? Is she your favourite, or just who you first got this far with?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 07:20:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db7db8f7840683039c51474aa07235f2/tumblr_ohv16aumZA1r4pwnio1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Night | Leighton Study<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Beneath Robe (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/27/23/f6/2723f6403ed9e2756c1f3503bef13391.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Clark Leighton<br><strong>Content</strong>: Fun and games<br><br><hr><br>"Oh, shush. They didn't upset me any, just surprised me.&nbsp; Aric was one of them and some other boy I've never seen before.&nbsp; <em>I</em> thought they were a couple and had snuck in to keep from prying eyes, but Aric assured me that wasn't the case.&nbsp; I think it's nice that young men are so much less inhibited about that sort of thing now."&nbsp; She smiled up at him and then looked back at the screen, nibbling thoughtfully on her lower lip as she relinquished control of the mouse.<br><br>"See, it did that before!&nbsp; Oh...Oh!&nbsp; Well, that <em>is</em> quite sad.&nbsp; I hope your assessment of the creator's potential methods are wrong and he just did it this way to change things up.&nbsp; Otherwise I lament for any of his former lovers."&nbsp; She giggled and then nudged him a bit, rising to her feet and pointing at the now-empty set.&nbsp; "Nope.&nbsp; You have to get me through Beli, at least.&nbsp; Once I see how you do it, then I can handle the rest."<br><br>She nodded and brushed her hair out of her face, eyes twinkling.&nbsp; "I went for her first.&nbsp; She's so cute and that in initial scene of her in the bikini is so adorable.&nbsp; Plus, she teaches yoga!&nbsp; She barely edged out Kyanna, but I didn't like the way Kyanna behaved in that scene with the angry blond girl.&nbsp; <em>Her</em> I <em>reslly</em> don't like.&nbsp; She needs a spanking."<br><br>The cool silk of her fur-trimmed robe slid effortlessly against her skin, but at least she had it tied this time and there was <em>something</em> underneath.&nbsp; Yes, it was a black bodysuit that was completely sheer, but it was <em>something</em>.&nbsp; "Oh, how was the party, darling?&nbsp; Was Yvonne making a fool of herself?"&nbsp; Her distaste for Yvonne St. Clair was no secret.&nbsp; She'd called the woman classless, tawdry, cheap and pretty much every other term in that vein over the time she'd known her, and without giving a damn who heard her.&nbsp; She even had a habit of 'forgetting' to invite the woman to events she held in her home, claiming that even her lingerie and sex toy parties were too up-scale for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 07:39:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; June 2, Night, Leighton Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Black towel.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Violet Leighton<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Helping mom.<br><br>&nbsp;"Ooof." Clark deadpanned at the nudge, moving back in to take the mouse again. He decided to cover her questions in reverse order, looking back to speak about non-game matters. Thankfully she had something on under the robe. As much because it probably meant she hadn't been doing anything Clark wasn't quite comfortable imagining as she played the game as anything else. "She flashed some thigh and stuff on a dare. There were some asian girls egging things on, but I didn't feel like butting in to make things better or worse, so headed back. Getting an eyeful without being part of the crazy would have been kind of creepy."<br><br>&nbsp;With a shrug he returned his gaze to the screen. "Ah. I think Kyanna was who I was aiming for first, but I also had Jessie advanced, and she was around at night at the right time first? Then I got the alien girl I think." He started making matches with deft little drags. "Part of the trick is just to keep an eye out for where you can pull into a four, it's a lot more points. But sometimes you just need to tug in all the little almost lined up stuff." He said idly, hip cocking out a bit to balance his weight, muscles shivering under his wet skin. "Those are quite perk nips though, I have to admit. She's a cutie, but not like, stupid about what's happening? From the selfies she sends and all that."<br><br>&nbsp;The game let out a prolonged fake orgasm from the VA as Clark finished the 'puzzle'. He shook his head and laughed under his breath. "Well, oddly enough I recognized a bit of someone I know in Audrey. So I cut her a bit more slack." The reward image came up. "If you click on the numbers, it shows variations of the image. Nothing major. Mind if I see how far you've got with the cast?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 07:57:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db7db8f7840683039c51474aa07235f2/tumblr_ohv16aumZA1r4pwnio1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Night | Leighton Study<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Beneath Robe (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/27/23/f6/2723f6403ed9e2756c1f3503bef13391.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Clark Leighton<br><strong>Content</strong>: Fun and games<br><br><hr><br>"Oh....sit down, silly."&nbsp; She gave him a gentle push toward the chair she'd vacated, and once he was seated she perched on his lap, making sure to sit in a way that would allow him an unobstructed view of the screen and plenty of maneuverability with the mouse.&nbsp; This had the added benefit of him being covered by the warm silk.&nbsp; "There.&nbsp; Now maybe you'll stop shivering.&nbsp; You could have put some clothes on before coming in here, you know.&nbsp; I wouldn't have begrudged you those few seconds."&nbsp; She laughed softly and shifted to lean back against him a bit, turned slightly in order to not be in his way.&nbsp; <br><br>"Jessie and Kyanna?&nbsp; Hm.&nbsp; Well, I guess at least now I won't be surprised if you start hitting on all my friends.&nbsp; I didn't realize you had a thing for MILFs, darling.&nbsp; Or cougars, in Jessie's case.&nbsp; Though, I can't blame you, given that voice actress."&nbsp; One hand reached up to toy a bit with his wet hair, a little smile curling her lips.&nbsp; "Your hair is so curly right out of the shower.&nbsp; It reminds me of your father's."<br><br>Her eyes wandered back to the screen and she left his hair alone to reach for her wine, taking a sip.&nbsp; "Sounds like a <em>very</em> weird party.&nbsp; Did Desi go with you?&nbsp; I can't imagine her putting up with all that and not saying something, or just walking out."&nbsp; She'd been on at least two dates with most of the girls, except for Audrey, who she hadn't even dated once.&nbsp; Nikki and Kyanna both were on date four, and she had yet to find the secret characters.<br><br>"Wait...did you say alien girl?&nbsp; Which one's an alien!?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 18:08:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; June 2, Night, Leighton Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Black towel. Vi.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Violet Leighton<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Helping mom.<br><br>&nbsp;It had been a weird evening for Clark already. Hanging out with Desi, especially when their cajoling got more physical was not unusual, but did leave a buzz of tension in the guy. And for all that the party didn't work out, there had been a lot of attractive girls and women, in various states of dress. Then the humourous and overplayed sexaulity of this dumb game. So it should not have surprised Clark that the sudden presence of a warm body on his lap gave him an erection. He wouldn't have said he was horny or turned on, especially by his mother. It wasn't even as if he hadn't seen her in less. But still, there it was. He just hoped she didn't sit back far enough to land on it. The long talk about how it was fine and natural that would come after felt like it would be the worst part of that.<br><br>&nbsp;"I'm not cold. Just adjusting from the shower. Geez." He rolled his eyes. "And I'll hold you to that the next time you call me for help. Another five minutes and I might be having to go buy you a new mouse." As she leaned back, he sniffed at the perfume, wrinkling his nose as he tried to place it before giving up with a shrug.<br><br>&nbsp;"Vi! That is not why I picked them. They just, you know. Seemed actually interested without being total weirdos. And you know. Boobs." He added the last with a chuckle. "You realise Jessie is both? Look at her and Tiffany's surnames." A resigned tug of his head at playing with his hair. "Yeah, but it's got more bulk from you, so maybe I'll keep it for longer." Not that his dad was bald, but age brought thin patches.<br><br>&nbsp;"I figured it was going to be more a hang out and talk shit affair, so I brought her to it. But she bolted pretty much instantly. You know Desi, so desparate to be grown up she can't stand anyone younger most the time." A slow shrug as Clark looked over the acquired 'selfies' with mmms and grunts of wordless judgement. Followed by a bark of laughter at Vi's queston. "Oh, sorry. There's a couple of secret characters in the game. One's a catgirl who probably isn't really your style. A bit dumb and naive. Then let's see... " He cocked his head trying to remember. "You have to give Kyu the porn mags you start with. Which you couldn't do yet because she only dates you after you'd taken one girl home. Then she gives you a weird device, that you have to try to give a girl as a present on the beach. At night I think. They'll never accept it anyway, but if you do it at the right time you meet a blueskinned alien girl." He huffed out a sigh. "That sounds pretty weird as a set, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 23:41:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db7db8f7840683039c51474aa07235f2/tumblr_ohv16aumZA1r4pwnio1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Night | Leighton Study<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Beneath Robe (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/27/23/f6/2723f6403ed9e2756c1f3503bef13391.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Clark Leighton<br><strong>Content</strong>: Fun and games<br><br><hr><br>She laughed softly and picked a smoked almond out of then bowl on the desk, nibbling at it as she watched the relatively tame images flash by on the screen.&nbsp; "You make me sound like such a terror, love.&nbsp; I don't remember ever besting you with a wire hanger or locking you in a closet."&nbsp; She giggled and smirked at him, chasing the almond with a small sip of her wine before snuggling in closer to get more comfortable.&nbsp; One brow quirked at the feel of his erection through the towel, and she opened her lips as if to comment...then just closed them again.&nbsp; Every so often she realized that it was better to <em>not</em> say something, and this was one of those moments.<br><br>"Uh-huh.&nbsp; I'd mention Freud, but that man was a misogynist and has been largely discredited, so I'll just point out that an attraction to older women or mothers is common and completely normal.&nbsp; Young men are a their sexual peak when they're in their late teens to early twenties, but women don't typically hit theirs until they reach their forties.&nbsp; Besides, most older women are confident and independent, and those traits are very sexy."&nbsp; She looked back at the screen and rolled her eyes a bit over the selfies.<br><br>"This is actually pretty tame for a game about seducing as many women as possible.&nbsp; I'm also not a huge fan of the art style.&nbsp; I wonder if there are any sex games like this with better art, writing and kinkier scenarios.&nbsp; If not, I wonder if there's a market for it."&nbsp; She hmmed softly as she leaned up a bit to grab her notebook and pen from the drawer of her desk, taking the time to flip to a fresh page and jot the idea down.&nbsp; "Yes, I noticed Jessie was Tiffany's mom after a couple of conversations.&nbsp; See, that's the sort of missed opportunity I'm talking about.&nbsp; Why can't you have sex with both of them at the same time?&nbsp; And that Audrey girl would be <em>far</em> more enticing if she came with a BDSM scenario.&nbsp; I mean, how would either of those things be more shocking than fucking an alien or a cat?"<br><br>She made a few notes, then glanced over her shoulder at him, eyes sparkling the way they always did when she felt like she was onto something, especially in regards to her designing mode.&nbsp; "Oh, don't hold it against Desi.&nbsp; I was the same way when&nbsp; I was her age.&nbsp; There's just not much appeal in a party full of drunk boys, when you're more interested in men, and mature for your age.&nbsp; I mean, you clearly didn't enjoy it there, either, darling."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 00:57:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; June 2, Night, Leighton Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Black towel. Vi.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Violet Leighton<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Helping mom.<br><br>&nbsp;"Vi, I am your son. And while I hope I have grown to be a man you admit to raising," A teasing tone slipped in there. "I should point out there were a few times when you curbed my behaviour by putting the fear of God into me. Also I've heard you shit-talk your suppliers and rivals. If I ever need a trophy engraved, I'll come to you." He grinned a little, then grunted ever so softly as she moved back. Distracted enough not to see Vi's momentary reaction, he assumed she couldn't tell through the layers, and mostly hoped it wouldn't try and rise up further.<br><br>&nbsp;"I am not ashamed of liking a mature woman. Especially with the kind in the Pines." He laughed. "Money might not buy happiness, but it pays personal trainers and other beauty enhancers. I still keep wondering if you are going to bring one home yourself! It's the direct mother link I was contesting." As she stated the sexiness of certain traits, Clark leant up to peck his mother's cheek and say in the best Good Boy voice. "Yes, Mum. You are very sexy." A little base flattery went a long way.<br><br>&nbsp;"Sadly I feel most of the market is younger men. Or older men who are still younger at heart. Hormone powered wallet openers. Though I guess there are..." He blinked and sighed. "I am so not getting into this right now. I'm sure you can research the matter yourself." He reached down to rest his palms against Vi's behind from the sides and push to suggest she let him up. "There's not much I hold against Desi. She is who she is. If that was a deal breaker I'd leave her alone. As for me, I prefer a quiety friendly party with moments of wild, rather than a bunch of strangers trying to outwild each other. It's like... a flash meant just for you, is hotter than a dozen streakers you don't know? Same applies to lots of kind of fun."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 01:09:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db7db8f7840683039c51474aa07235f2/tumblr_ohv16aumZA1r4pwnio1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Night | Leighton Study<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Beneath Robe (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/27/23/f6/2723f6403ed9e2756c1f3503bef13391.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Clark Leighton<br><strong>Content</strong>: Fun and games<br><br><hr><br>She giggled at the comment about the trophy and shrugged one shoulder, setting her wine glass back down.&nbsp; "You've grown into a lovely young man, darling.&nbsp; And I suppose I <em>do</em> have my moments.&nbsp; But, then, some people just deserve to be put in their place."&nbsp; Her eyes closed a bit at the kiss and she snorted softly, nudging him playfully with her elbow as she huffed, crinkling her nose up.<br><br>"There's no need to patronize me, darling.&nbsp; I know how sexy I am."&nbsp; She grinned and rose to her feet at the pressure from his hands, turning to sit on the edge of the desk, leaving him plenty of room to stand and leave, if he wanted.&nbsp; "Do you really think I'd sleep with my friends?&nbsp; Am I that transparent, darling?"&nbsp; A soft laugh lit up her eyes as she crossed her legs at the ankle, her robe falling open to drape down on either side, revealing the length of her velvety limbs from the upper thigh down.&nbsp; "I imagine eventually one of them will succumb to my many charms and find themselves in my bed, but I'm not pushing.&nbsp; I'm happy just having female friends that I don't want to strangle half the time."<br><br>A little nod was her response to his analogy and she leaned back on her hands.&nbsp; "Fine, love.&nbsp; I'll brainstorm it a bit and do some research on my own.&nbsp; I'm sure there are places on the internet where I can find people who will be happy to answer my questions."&nbsp; Her grin widened a bit.&nbsp; "Well, perhaps you and Desi can plan your own little party here at the house sometime.&nbsp; As long as the moments of wildness don't damage my flowerbeds, then I fully endorse them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>04-04-2017, 01:00:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; June 2, Night, Leighton Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Black towel.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Violet Leighton<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Helping mom.<br><br>&nbsp;Clark laughed and grinned back. "See, that attitude about putting people in their place, is why you get that reputation. So arrogant, Vi." He winked and shrugged. "As for sleeping with your friends, I don't know. Whenever you and Kate light up I half expect to find you all over each other if I pop down for some coffee." A cock of his head. "Oh, I might try and see her tomorrow, talk about a tattoo or something. Need me to pass on or pick up anything?" The reveal of her leg caught his eye, just from the motion as much as anything, and his gaze tracked along it before he looked up mildly. <br><br>&nbsp;Getting up from the chair, holding the side of his towel with one hand against it coming undone, Clark arched his back and rolled his shoulders with a soft grunt. "We'll see, but I can't help but think she kind of wants the opposite of a safe space. The whole transgression kick or whatever. I'll let you know if I make any plans though." He leaned it to quickly peck Vi's other cheek and slipped out of the room in a smooth amble. "G'Night Vi, G'Night Bogey."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | The Leighton Place</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>07-04-2017, 03:25:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db7db8f7840683039c51474aa07235f2/tumblr_ohv16aumZA1r4pwnio1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Night | Leighton Study<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Beneath Robe (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/27/23/f6/2723f6403ed9e2756c1f3503bef13391.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Clark Leighton<br><strong>Content</strong>: Fun and games<br><br><hr><br>"There's a difference between confidence and arrogance, Clark.&nbsp; Just because I demand the respect that I have earned doesn't make me arrogant.&nbsp; And I'm perfectly happy to afford others respect, if they earn it.&nbsp; It's not my fault that so many people are under the impression that respect is something they are entitled to, for some reason."&nbsp; She cocked a brow at the mention of Kate and the tattoo, tilting her head with a tiny crinkle of her nose.&nbsp; "A tattoo, love?&nbsp; Well, I just hope it'll be something worthwhile, and it's not on your face.&nbsp; If you get a face tattoo, or some generic monstrosity like a skull with a snake coming out of the eye socket, I'll disown you.&nbsp; And kill Kate for doing the work." <br><br>&nbsp;She smirked and then nodded as her eyes sparkled.&nbsp; "Yes, I found this wonderful recipe for some decadent cookies that I think would make delicious edibles, so pick up a gram of her stock so I can make some cannabutter.&nbsp; You can either take the cash out of the cookie jar in the kitchen, or tell her I'll pay her the next time I see her."<br><br>After her left the chair, she settled back into it, tilting her head into the kiss.&nbsp; "Goodnight, darling.&nbsp; Sleep well."&nbsp; She glanced after him as he headed back to his room, then turned back to her game, not quite ready for bed herself.
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