A crazy night with Kenna James and Emily Willis

I know, it's so good to finally touch you.

It's nice to touch you as well.

And that must mean you are Kenna.

Yeah, I'm Emily's friend.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Glad she brought you along.

So, did Patrick give you the grand tour of the house yet?

Uh, no, not yet.

What? How rude of him.

I think we should probably do that then, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Kenna, are you coming?

Um, I thought I would give you and Emily some privacy.

Privacy?

I bought this house to show it off.

Now get your ass over here, the tour's starting.

No, really, it's okay.

I'll just stay here and keep Patrick company.

Patrick is going to be fine on his own.

Besides, he's working anyway.

And he needs to make sure those idiots out there don't drown in the pool again

and get the ambulance called, right?

Come on.

So, this little house was actually built in 1879.

Really?

No, but it's not going to be for good, is it?

And here we are, the end of the tour.

My favorite place in the whole house, my bedroom.

Why is this your favorite?

I don't know.

It's the one place I get to go to to escape from all the madness.

That, my bed, is a marvel of modern engineering.

Looks just like a bed to me.

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