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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

be in a bad mood." "Can you blame them? They're goats." "True." The last three hours had been simply wonderful for me as I was able to focus all of my energy and effort onto the witty and dazzling Scarlett. It was getting late in the evening, however, and I knew the mall would be closing shortly. Plus, Trish and Lindsay had returned to the hotel from their big day out with their respective families. Lindsay texted me 30 minutes ago and, according to her, everything had been a wonderful success. She and Trish, along with the other ladies, were now patiently waiting for Scarlett and I to make our own return to the hotel. After exiting the mall and getting into our rental car in the parking lot, Scarlett leaned over and pecked my cheek with a kiss. "Thank you, Jeremy. Tonight was really fun." Scarlett added an exclamation mark when she placed the side of her face upon my shoulder and sighed contently. "You're very welcome," I responded, eyeing her longingly. "I had a blast myself. And you finished your shopping." Scarlett hesitated for a moment and bit her lip, but then glanced up at me and mused, "Spending the next 40 years with you - being a part of the family you have created with the other girls - would be a dream-come-true for me." "You already are part of the family, sweetheart." * * * Two hours later, Scarlett was crying and holding a knife. But this was not near as scary as it may sound. Scarlett was standing at the counter in the kitchen of our hotel suite, preparing ... herself a late night salad dish. Everything was fine until it was time for her to chop the onions. You see, Scarlett and onions did not mix. Her tears flowed quick and freely. This was not like a normal person slicing into a whiffy, pungent onion. A mere 30 seconds into it, Scarlett was pink-eyed and sniffling, and looking as if she had just lost her best friend. "This happens to me every single time!" Scarlett mewed. Having changed into something a little more comfortable - specifically, one of my dress shirts that went down to her knees - Scarlett's pair of eyeglasses (which she rarely wore) offered no defense. "I'm such a total and complete mess!" Finally, Scarlett put the knife down and had to step away from the counter. The onion had defeated her. After excusing herself for a brief moment, the 30-year-old returned and this time, brought backup. She had on two sets of glasses - the original pair, plus sunglasses - both pushed together and dangling over her nose. "You know, you could just ask for help." "Oh, I'll be fine," Scarlett promised me, her voice full of conviction, as she grasped the knife and began slicing the onion again. "I'm a big girl. I got this." Sure enough, Scarlett soon began to tremble and I saw new tears appearing from underneath her double shield of lenses. Exasperated, she took the remainder of the onions and angrily tossed them into the garbage disposal. "I'm not in the mood to eat onions with my salad tonight anyway." I laughed at her, but soon ...