Jason Stanley couldn't believe the impact that this woman, a married woman, had on him. He was an artistic type obviously and tried to look at it in artistic terms. She was a muse, some women just inspired him and she seemed to do that. That didn't mean he had to bed her like he had so many others. He could have as many women as he wanted. In fact they lined up, literally, lined up, waiting for him. The things they did, the extents they went to could be quite crazy and sometimes frightening.<br/><br/>He laid back on the bed and just thought about Emma. What was it about her? He would respect her marriage, her space, he could have female friends. He had many. He just hoped that she would call or text him back. He was in her town at the moment and hoped they could catch up. Even just a chat on webcam, he would take what he could get.<br/><br/>The pre-recorded interview with Jason on Daniel and Emma's TV was still playing as Emma walked in. "No, not yet. Hopefully soon though" Daniel smiled at her squeezing her as she kissed him. "So, you met the guy" he motioned to the TV, "what was he like, he seems quite cocky here, I guess he has no reason not to be, look at all those women in the background fawning over him" he commented.<br/><br/>"I love it when your hair is still damp and you have only a towel around you, smelling of body wash" he smiled at her.