"Well, I promise that /I/ won't pop her, but I can't make any assurances for when she leaves my gentle hands. Sometimes arranged marriages just don't work the way we'd hope." It really wasn't his inflatable sex doll. Honest. He swears. "Alright, point me at some gift wrap, I'll grab a football thong thingie, and I'll be ready to get out of your hair and start working on the problem of inflating your delicate girl."<br/><br/>Michael grinned at Sasha, "New here or not, you're a great help... Sasha wasn't it? Thanks."