Because I am not as stupid as I look, I froze and raised my hands, bringing the gift bag into view. Jewelry boxes are small, thus my red bag appeared ...o be empty. I heard Janet growl, "If you move, I will shoot you. You don't get to fill your bag with our gifts. I put my hands together over my head and said, please let me empty the bag for you; I opened it and dropped several small boxes down my back, to the floor between us. A very bright flashlight cast a glare of the boxes, clearly showing. If she put makeup on, maybe she would cross that line as to her looks. Her figure seemed nice. The thing that struck him about her was the way she talked that showed she had some class. It’s hard to describe but like they say, you know it when you see it or in this case, hear it.Having just returned from work two days later he heard his doorbell chime. Emma was standing there when he opened the door.“I am going to accept your offer and ask for your help. If you have some time I need some help. “Aww Russ, thank you.”“How well do you know me?” he asked.“Very well, why?” she replied, shocked at the question“Then you’d know that was just the warm up!! GET UP!!”“What?” exclaimed Emily, slipping back into her more submissive role. Russ grabbed her arm, “Get up, get up.”Emily got up, shocked as Russ began to take off her handcuffs. She was truly puzzled about what was happening now, but Russ moved in to kiss her, slow slow kisses. The sort he knew she loved. The sort that had a unique way. "The kid struggled. "Let me go!" Then he swooned. A moment later, he shot back up to his six-foot-infinity adult form, though Demie still had a hold of his arm."Oh, it's you!" she said in Jessica Alba's voice.Man-mountain stared down at Jessica Alba in shock. "You?" Me," she replied, and then casually broke his arm.---We got the hell out of there before the cops showed up to find the massive biker holding his fractured arm and babbling about getting beaten up by Jessica Alba again. Jessica's.