Chris's POV
She fit the mold of a typical model in that she was tall, lanky, had a waist that was the width of a hand and had full lips. She went by the name Emma. She wasn't much of a challenge for my head, and the conversation at the dinner table was boring, but I wasn't with her tonight because of her intellect. I yearned for some kind of release, like sex or a drink. I had to find a way to get rid of the tense feeling that I had been having for some time. My only wish was to be able to think without any obstructions.
