Emma beams at Loretta , almost as if to say 'If that's how you want to play it...'<br/><br/>,<span style="color: blue"> "Well sweety -ookums -I- <b>was</b> loud..but you were quiet as a church mouse, as always."</span>she beams, the bravado amping up. She feigns as if they're an old married couple, sighing and everything<span style="color: blue"> "I mean...15 years of marriage...I'm just glad you can make me squeal still,Sexy." </span>Emma leans on the table, looking towards Fanya,<span style="color: blue">"And WHAT a giver this one- I mean- You think she gets tired after five or seven big earth shattering Orgasms?  Not this girl...no way!  She's not happy till I can't walk right for a month! Each blissful years better then the last!"</span><br/><br/>With that, Emma stands cups the ghouls cheeks and plants one on Loretta's lips. A rough , playful kiss, that maybe lingers for a second more then it should. ((HINT HINT - IT DOES)) She sits back down and sighs wistfully.  She pats Loretta on the shoulder as she sits , piping up loudly,<span style="color: blue">"FIFTEEN YEARS!"</span>That should shut the ghoul up.<br/><br/>It shouldn't shock ...anyone at this point that the convict acted out when hurt or confronted with something....emotionally jarring.  She keeps a level head however, using her charm to play it off as a joke.<br/><br/>She turns to Fanya...as if -nothing- just happened.<span style="color: blue">"Well?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>