I remember lifting the glass to my mouth and taking a longhard drink, but Marsha fumbled her snifter and spilled hers on thefloor. "Shit," she said. ... "Oh well, I'll get some more when we comeback." She looked up, "I know this is uncomfortable for us both, andso I'll get you on you way quickly. So please, follow me." I did,bringing the glass with me.I recall going down the steps of the back porch, and crossing the grasscovered yard to the barn beyond. As I entered the barn, I was struckby. 2101 Trailside Court was just down the street from where I lived the first time I fucked Debi. In what seemed like an eternity to get there, I pulled in the driveway and the front door was open. I walked right in and did not see her in the living room. I yelled out “Debi, where are you?” Just then she came down the hallway and she looked even sexier than I remembered. She had on a low cut halter top and cutoff jeans. She ran to me and jumped in my arms saying, “Wow, you don’t know how much I. Santa began to laugh his famous laugh and Liz’s turned from horror to pleading. ?There, there, dear? Mrs. Claus stroked Liz’s hair as she panicked. ?Every year the soul of the naughtiest one is given to Santa and I so that we may continue to live. It’s just unfortunate or you that the ritual involves eating you alive.? Mrs. Claus spoke calmly.Liz struggled hard now, thrashing against the elderly woman. Santa twirled his finger in the air and Liz felt her tense muscles relax, paralyzed. . There are only so many things that can go on between two people or three people or more. After reading or writing once about those things you're just doing reruns, so why bother.I enjoy writing about the characters, the evil or good that happens to them and how they react. Along the way if I'm lucky a good story grows, if not I've still enjoyed myself.So I hope you enjoy this tale; all constructive comments and/or emails are appreciated and looked forward to. Your critiques help me to grow and.