Work on Tatiana

Tatiana was clearly distracted by Travis and Tiffany. Mark watched the jealous looks she made as she stared at the two.

He felt like an outsider watching in on a complicated Love Triangle surrounding Travis.

This might be the perfect opportunity for Mark to get laid. He could take advantage of the situation and use the jealousy over Travis to end up getting her panties off.

He’d heard of plenty of situations where this has happened. Jealousy can make a girl do crazy things and rooting Mark may be one of those things.

“Do you think they’re wondering where we are?” asked Mark as they continued to watch the two talk by the fire.

They began laughing, looking as if they were having a great time, “Eh probably not, too concentrated on themselves,” replied Tatiana.

“Who knows, Tiffany is all over him right now, look at her rubbing his arms,” said Mark, trying to spark the jealousy.

He wouldn’t have to say too much more as the light touching turned into a full snog sesh. Tiffany grabbed Travis by the back of the head to start kissing him passionately.

“Oh great... isn’t this fun to watch,” said Tatiana, looking on.

Her jealousy had shifted to a little bit of anger. Unhappy with the current situation, Tatiana looked ready to leave.

“If you want to talk about, I’m here for you,” said Mark.

Tatiana shot him a bit of a ugly look, “I don’t want to talk about shit,” she replied.

“I mean, we don’t have to talk, we can do something else, take your mind off things, whatever you want, I’m here,” he said.

Mark was doing whatever he could to try get into Tatiana’s pants. He wanted to put it out there that she could use him any way she wanted to. Take all her frustration and anger out.

“And what do you mean by that?” she asked interested.

“Anything you want, help you take your frustration out, use my body however you like,” he pleaded to her.

Tatiana looked at him again before abruptly standing up and grabbing him by the hand, “Come on then, follow me” she said.

Mark was ecstatic, he held out his hand to hold hers as she pulled him along, away from the court yards.

“You can come back to my room,” she said, still leading him along.

Things were looking up, a potential root on it‘s way.