Tears Of Emma: His Sex Doll novel Chapter 23

demons of his own that eats him alive. It is not your choice to choose if he can be in the kids lives. It is the twins who have to decide that". I said kissing the top of her head.

After some minutes, the kids came out and I talked with them for a while and lightened their mood a bit. We ate together then the kids went to sleep.

Emma and I went to the living room just

talk about things in life.

After 20 minutes of chatting, I left and went home. Opening the door, I was greeted with a soft kiss from my lovely wife, Rachel. Rachel was my wife's babysitter. She was taking care of our twins. Everything turned upside down between me and my wife, Kathy. We divorced and I got married to her.

*Flash Back*

(13 months ago )

Rachel was just pulling her coat on when I came down the stairs. I handed her her payment in cash.

"Thank you, Mr. Adam." Rachel smiled in gratitude.

"You're welcome," I replied. "You deserve every penny. Kathy and I are very happy with you. There is no one that we trust the kids with more than you." I said.

"Thank you, that means a lot. I love them like they're my own. I would do anything for you guys." she replied

Rachel was starting to blush and was having a hard time meeting my gaze. For my part, I was having a hard time keeping my eyes away from Rachel's exposed cleavage. Did she realize what she was doing? It was bad enough that her breasts were over-large on her small frame, jutting out from her chest like a pair of ripe melons.

Why did she have to wear such revealing clothing? I was glad that she wasn't meeting my gaze. I was embarrassed at my lack of self-control.

"Okay...I guess we'll see you on Saturday then." I cleared my throat and broke the

awkward silence.

"Yes. I'll be here at six p.m," She managed to meet my eyes. "Bye, Mr. Adam." She

grabbed her purse and hurried out the door.

Do all high school seniors dress that way? I wondered. I had to remind myself that she was eighteen and could dress any damn way she chose. She was an adult now, although just barely. I stood there for a long time staring at the closed door, until my wife called to me from upstairs.

"Coming, honey," I said. "Just turning out the lights and locking up down here."

My wife was already out the door as I turned to give Rachel final instructions.

"We'll be back after eleven sometime. Is that okay?"

"Of course, it be okay if you could give me a ride home when you guys are back " Rachel replied, giving me a huge smile.

My car isn't running and my mom gave me a ride over here." she said.

"Yes. That would be fine." I replied.

I wondered if I could drive without sneaking glances over at her chest on the way to her house.

The opera was every bit as boring as

I imagined it would be. I tried to put my arm around my wife a couple of times as we watched, but she brushed my hand off and gave me a look that told me how inappropriate I was being.

In fact, I couldn't remember the last time she smiled at me, or laughed with me. I couldn't remember the last time we had a conversation that didn't entail her bitching at me for something.