#396982 - Jake used his foot to hook the duvet, until his hand reached it, dragged it up over them both, and reaching out, switched off the light on the night stand, before he cuddled into her back, holding her around the ribs with one hand, her sweat-soaked head resting on his other bicep. Jake grinned, a big ear to ear grin, yeah, but he's not nearly as pretty and besides, he's not my type! Her name was Vonn - something to do with her Danish dad, insisting over the protests of her Irish mom, so her middle name was Mary. As he passed the tigers, he smiled, since they'd formerly been his closest attraction to his old work site, often tossing them weiners discarded by visitors and ones that fell to the ground.