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Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 03

Date: 11/3/2014, Categories: Diary, Female/Female, Male/Female, Romance, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

and beauty boutique, and heading straight for it. "I bet that I could find a wonderful Christmas present for Amy in there." "I also wanted to thank you for everything that you did yesterday," I mused, following her into the aforementioned store. "Your medical knowledge and expertise really shed a lot of light when it came to Pamela and her depression issues stemming from the birth of our daughter. Then, you calmed a lot of fears and helped the others understand just exactly what it is that she is dealing with." "I am a nurse, Jeremy. It is what I do." "I still appreciate it, though." "My pleasure," Scarlett nodded. "I hope that Pamela is able to really open up and tell the psychiatrist what is on her mind tomorrow morning when you take her to see him. The proper medicine will work wonders for her." She smiled once more. "The love and support that you and your girls are showing for Pamela is remarkable. It is truly astonishing. She is in the best situation possible to get help." "What do you think about the next 40 years?" Scarlett looked at me and clicked her tongue. She then pursed her lips and glanced downward for an instant, perhaps lost in thought. "40 years sounds very enticing." I grinned at her. "I will take that in a positive way." "My God," she gasped seconds later, staring at the huge display wall in front of her. "So many bars of soap!" That voice literally had its own frequency in the air. It was legitimately as defining of a component of Scarlett's physical ... makeup as her face, her lips or that wondrous body. Whenever I was with Scarlett, I could _feel_ that sexy voice. The mall was loud and people were in a tizzy, but Scarlett's voice - somewhat sandy, even sounding a bit broken down - cut through the chatter, going above and beyond it. It was the type of voice that I heard no matter what. Fairly soon, Scarlett and I finished walking the rest of the mall. By this point, I was carrying four shopping bags. I refused to allow her to take even one - no matter how tired my arms and shoulders got from the continued strain. "Living on a farm with you and the girls is definitely something new for me, too," she said. "I'm not a farm girl. At least, I wasn't until I met you. Although, that big mansion you live in - the inside of it, at least - is nothing like a farm." "You just have to watch the pigs," I chided her. "Especially Hogglesworth. He can be very sketchy." "The pigs are actually okay," Scarlett retorted. "Horses and cows are all good. But the chickens..." "The chickens are the worst." "Chickens scare me," the red-head offered. "I do not like them at all. They seem a little floppy or something." "Floppy?" "They are vicious," she explained. "I never knew what the term _pecking order_ really meant until I saw a large group of chickens in a coop. That was some nasty business." "Really nasty," I agreed, chuckling with her. "Geese are mean. I try to stay away from them." "Steer clear of the goats, too," I advised her. "They always seem to ...