"I just brought something over for you, Scott, I hope you like it," I said a bit saucily. "I'm sure it will be lovely, just like the woman who so gene...ously made it," he said. I looked down and knew I was having the desired effect from the bulge in his shorts. I'm sure he noticed my downward glance and I decided to just go ahead. "I'd be happy to take care of that before I leave, if you'd like, Scott," I murmered, nodding at his crotch and biting at my bottom lip. He stepped to me, reached. " But you also said for me to find a good woman, and you'll be pleased to know I've done that as well." Do I know her?" Emma chuckled, and they hugged and giggled together.They lay for a while just idly stroking each other. Emma found renewed sensuous pleasure in the way Eric's fingers stroked gently over her skin, circling her breasts, teasing at the nipples, sauntering teasingly across her belly. She wondered if he'd noticed how she'd slackened a little across there. But it was a joy to run. I'm telling you, he is really good. He's a good worker, but people dismiss his abilities when they talk to him. The guy stutters so bad that it takes him five minutes to say good morning. If you just tell him what you need done, he'll do it. He writes a note when he needs something. He knows his stuttering is a hindrance, but works around it. Do you think you might be interested?" I'm interested, Jimmy, what's the guy's name and when can he come?" His name's Jet Peters. I really don't know what. Was that even possible? The only thing I could think of that had ever made her happy was always having things go ‘her’ way. I never understood what my father saw in her. But when I had seen pictures of her in her youth, she would have made quite a catch, a beauty pageant winner if all you were looking at was her appearance. She was an apparent beauty, from a well-off and respected part of the family distant enough to make marriage possible.When I got older, I dug into her background at school.