Emma giggled her nervousness away, hoping her eyes didn’t give anything away. Did arousal have a distinctive expression like happiness? ‘Nothing....Why?’ Greg raised his brow. ‘Missing your boyfriend already?’ ‘What?’ ‘Oh, don’t lie. That far-away, fantastic Wonderland look on your face has to be because of him. What’s his magic tongue doing to you now?’ He leaned quickly away, avoiding her light slap as it hit empty air. They shared a laugh. Emma gazed at the woods, her mind off of her. ’ ‘How are you? ‘I’m alright…..how are you?’ Shyly she smiled, ‘Ok…I like your hair longer…..’ And for the next hour they talked, Patrick’s thumb stroking the sensitive skin of the inside of her wrist, their eyes drinking in each other, his eyes sometimes moving down to look at the gentle cleavage showing in the V of her top. Towards the end of the hour she asked him if he wanted anything from the small serving hatch, maybe a drink or something. He asked for some chocolate and she went over and. I watched as her mouth dropped, and a smile slowly formed on her lips. "So what do you think?" I ask turning around for her to see my back. "Jackson will love it." She announced. After I had gotten out of the dress she bought it, and we walked out of the store with $483.89 less. Well Sam did. I drove her to the school, and she got her car. Driving home I got a text from Jackson. He asked what color of dress I got. I text him back blue. When I got home I went to bed. The shopping. She needed to focus on her “A” game. She had woken up today and loaded up her game. She was wearing her bath robe and her most tattered panties. She would be getting sweaty and had a tendency to cream herself if she got too worked up in a game. She would take a shower after. The only thing that she did to improve her appearance was to put her hair in two tails. She was too absorbed to cut it, but she didn't want to lay on it if she was on her back or have it fall forward if she was on her.