It seemed to Daniel that Emma had quite the chat with Jason at the airport, it made sense though. Airports could be dull and lonely places, full of depressed people leaving home or in some cases depressed because they were going back home. He had had many discussions with women over the years in random places. It never meant desire or anything lurid.<br/><br/>"Of course. It makes perfect sense. He is a rock star he is meant to get all the young women going and the young men are supposed to want to be like him. I understand. I am happy he was not behaving this way with you" he smiled. "Or I might have to have some words with Mr Stanley!" he laughed trying to be a tough guy, something he was not born to be.<br/><br/>"Well, if you have to get dressed" he slapped her bottom as she walked away. He selected a movie and while she was in the bedroom the door bell rang. "Honey the food is here!" he yelled out.<br/><br/>Jason was awoken by Emma's text, he smiled at himself as he read it. She was being coy, he liked the chase, the game. But mostly he just liked that Emma was texting him.<br/><br/><i>"Why Emma, we met at the airport" he texted. <br/>
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"You were coming back home from your parents to return to that lucky bastard Daniel"<br/>
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"Hmmm you were the one in the hooker boots right? I kid... you were wearing these maroon shoes, please don't ask me for the style type, I am clueless about shoes, other than hooker boots of course" he added. <br/>
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"So did I pass? If you are that nervous we can always chat on webcam one day. Here is my email addy" which he added at the end of his message.</i><br/><br/>"Honey, food, here now!" Daniel yelled out again a little louder this time, he knew his wife was hungry after all.<br/><br/>Hmmm. "He was a pleasure to talk to.." the sentence spoken by his wife just moments before swung back into his mind. What an odd thing to say, or was it? He was after all her Free Pass, she liked his music. It wasn't quite the same as the random chats he had had with the odd woman over the years in public places.<br/><br/>"Sweet, gentle..." he shook his head. He was being silly. Again.