Quinn lived miles away, so, Emery asked if she would like to meet with her. Emery would gladly hop on a plane to meet her. But for some reason, Quinn didn't want Emery to meet with her. Was it that she didn't want to see Emery or just not to meet in her hometown? Quinn explained that meeting someone through the net is kind of dangerous in some cases and said that time would tell if they could meet.
During one of their chat sessions Emery told Quinn that she wasn't going to be able to chat much the week of August 3rd because she was going to visit family in Canada and then get a room at a hotel overlooking the falls and taking some time to herself at the hotel spa and getting massages. Quinn wished her well and said they would talk when Emery returned. The day after Emery arrived in Canada, she was in the hotel bar sipping her Old Fashion.
As she was about to order another, she spotted a woman at the bar getting herself a drink. Nice legs, a mini skirt that almost showed the bottom of her butt cheeks and long blond hair. She looked like a movie star. Not wanting to stare, Emery turns to look out the window. When she did, suddenly she heard a soft voice in back of her say: "Hi Emery." It was Quinn.
Quinn lived miles away, so, Emery asked if she would like to meet with her. Emery would gladly hop on a plane to meet her. But for some reason, Quinn didn't want Emery to meet with her. Was it that she didn't want to see Emery or just not to meet in her hometown? Quinn explained that meeting someone through the net is kind of dangerous in some cases and said that time would tell if they could meet.
During one of their chat sessions Emery told Quinn that she wasn't going to be able to chat much the week of August 3rd because she was going to visit family in Canada and then get a room at a hotel overlooking the falls and taking some time to herself at the hotel spa and getting massages. Quinn wished her well and said they would talk when Emery returned. The day after Emery arrived in Canada, she was in the hotel bar sipping her Old Fashion.
As she was about to order another, she spotted a woman at the bar getting herself a drink. Nice legs, a mini skirt that almost showed the bottom of her butt cheeks and long blond hair. She looked like a movie star. Not wanting to stare, Emery turns to look out the window. When she did, suddenly she heard a soft voice in back of her say: "Hi Emery." It was Quinn.