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Must Love Dolls
(Giselle Renarde)

It's not like she caught him browsing Japanese love dolls. Honor wasn't the kind of type of wife who checked her husband's internet history.  They didn't hide things from each other.  

Tom didn't have to disclose what he was shopping for, or awkwardly broach the subject, because his computer was right there on his lap while they watched TV.  He simply turned the screen in Honor's direction and asked, "What do you think of Natsuki?"

"Very sexy," Honor said, though her focus remained with CSI: Miami.

"Her breasts are huge for an Asian girl, but I guess that's the fantasy."

"Mmm-hmm."  Honor glanced at the photo again, trying to piece together what she was seeing: a gorgeous girl in a lime green fishnet top, big breasts, no bra. Jean cut-offs, shaved pussy, no panties. She looked closer, not at the photo this time, but at the website itself.  "Wait, Tom, is she... she's not real, is she?"

He laughed.  "Real as in flesh and blood?  No.  No, she's a doll."

Screw CSI in all its incarnations??"Tom's find was much more interesting.