Wade rarely if ever lost his temper with her and Emily was quite surprised at his outburst. Perhaps she had pushed him to far? He usually accepted any amount of pissy attitude she threw his way simply because she was a fucking awesome lover and he knew she would let him get as kinky as he liked. Biting her lip in a bit of confusion she decided it was time to pull out the tears.<br/><br/>Stopping once more still a way from the water surrounded by dense forest Emily turned to face Wade. Her lip quivered and her eyes misted just the perfect amount of moisture to make her pretty face look heartbroken but not ugly and red. She had practiced this for many years and was a great expert. She looked into his eyes a picture of complete sincerity then quickly swing her eyes to stare at the ground letting one tears roll down her cheek.<br/><br/>"You think I am a whore?" she whispered quietly still looking to the ground.<br/><br/>So lost in her performance she did not notice that no birds were singing, no animals moved in the thick woods, in fact everything was unnaturally quiet in the woods they stood in.