take things in stock

I take a good look at the ring and deed she gave me. The ring is real, heavy solid silver and has a monogramed HF on it. The 'deed' seems to be actually a list of directions for Emma. (What the fuck?) Seems this story she is stuck on is one that's hard wired into her model type. "Was this?" I spy some fine print. {All sales are final.} "FUCKING HELL!!!" I crumple the paper up and throw it against the wall.

Seems I'm stuck with her. "Maybe this wont be so bad...the directions said she would love me no matter what, even though she will keep trying to convince me I'm her husband and my names Scott." I get up to get another beer only to find one floating next to me with a small note next to it. I grab them both. "Peace offering?" I look at the note. (I'm sorry John...please dont hate me.)

"heh...I suppose I should go burry the hatchet." I get up and walk to the bathroom. "Emma?" "Can I come in?" I ask as I knock on the door. I hear a muffled squeek from behind the door some frantic shuffleing and a thump before the door is opened. Emma peers from behind the door. "Ahehehe...s-sure John!" She opens the door. I see her rubing her head as she climbs back into the bath. "Are you ok?" I ask as I sit on the edge of the tub.

"Yeah...I just sliped and smacked my forehead when I ran for the door." She says sheepishly. "Emma...what am I going to do with you..." I say softly as I position myself on the floor and look into her eyes smileing. "You COULD join me!" She says with a smile as she caress' my cheek. "Room for two in here." She smiles.

"Hmm seems like a FINE idea." I kiss the tip of her nose before standing up to disrobe. "oOOooh!" "SE-XY!" She tease's me playfully as she watches me intently. Out of the corner of my eye I notice her lick her lips when she spys my cock