“It’s ok. Not tonight, if you don’t mind. But maybe I can take a rain check?”“Absolutely!” I said, a bit too quickly. Emma laughed again.�...�You know, Emma,” I started, “you really ARE very pretty. And I assure you, I am NOT saying that to get into your pants.” I ran my fingers through her hair.“Thank you,” she said softly. She started to blush.“Have you dated at all since then?” Jess asked.“No, not really. I didn’t get asked out in school. I didn’t even go to my prom. That was two years ago.. I did skip the barber and went to an actual hairstylist. She didn’t think I was the type to go to a stylist, however, and asked why I was doing such of thing. Checkmate. I told her my story, leaving out my true intentions, and she was very encouraging, of course. She asked why I chose cosmetology. I had to think quick. I told her of the Myers-Briggs test I took. I had found my out. She still seemed a little suspicious of my reason but gratefully didn’t pursue the matter further. She did an. She had driven poor Adam almost insane with lust before engulfing his entire six inches all the way to its base. When he could no longer stand it, he reached down and gently raised his wife to her feet before removing her clothing. She climbed into bed as Adam sat on the edge and finished taking his pants off.As he laid down and rolled over, he saw his beautiful wife lying next to him, her eyes were close and she had a devilish little anticipating smile. Her welcoming nipples were as hard as. Before anyone could answer, a hideous laughter made them all turn, staringin horror at the skeletal Scrudge who had come back in. "That shall not bea problem for long!" he assured them, already reaching out to reclaim thesouls that he desired."RUN," the new Daphne shouted and everyone immediately ran past the ghostas fast as they could, while he started to give chase.***Tired and gasping for breath, the gang stopped for a moment to rest in alarge room. They were sure that they'd stopped Scrudge.