Impressive, to say the least.

Emma stepped inside and was immediately taken with what she saw. The entrance opened up into a large informal, studio type entertainment area. A massive rear-projection television took pride of place against the southern wall and was ringed by three very plush looking 2-and-½ seater couches. The dinning and kitchen area was connected straight to lounge by a low wall. Stairs descended from the ceiling just near where Emma had walked in. She could only guess that they lead towards the bedrooms upstairs.

"Why don't you see if you can find something interesting on television while I fix us a couple of drinks," Derek suggested as he headed off towards the kitchenette.
Emma sat herself down on the couch directly in front of the huge set. Her taunt butt was cushioned delightfully as she sank a good several centimetres into the cushioned seat. It took her a couple of tries to find the right remote from the selection in front of her, but eventually she worked out how to work the machine and began flipping channels.

There was nothing much that took her interest until Emma happened to flick the remote to the Fox Sports channel which was showing a replay of the surf competition held earlier today. Derek had just returned with their drinks when Emma let out an almighty shriek. "Oh my God!!! Robyn's on T.V. Derek come quick," Emma yelled not realising that he was directly behind her.
Derek came and sat down next to Emma, handing her a glass of champagne.
"Robyn is going to spew that she missed this. Neither of us has ever been on tele before. Isn't there some way that we can record this," she said as she started to scan around for a VCR.
"Just relax and watch your friend. I'll have Scotty contact the network and get a copy made for you," Derek said as he sipped his drink. Emma on the other had quickly emptied her vessel in the excitement of watching her friend on television for the first time.

After the amateur girls competition, which included a couple of seconds of footage of Robyn receiving her trophy and holding it aloft, the show moved on to cover the professional mens' final. Emma quickly recognised Derek in his board shorts and rash vest as he paddle out to start his heat. "Hey that's you," she said looking at her surfer hunk.
Derek just smiled and reached forward to turn the television off with the remote.
"What's the matter?" Emma asked confused by his behaviour.
"I've seen enough of myself already. I want to see more of you instead," Derek explained as he lent in and kissed Emma on the lips.