True, girls couldn't stand topee and women were the ones who had to have the babies, but Paul stillthought they had the better part of the deal.And no...w, on top of that, it seems only girls could have pussies. Itwasn't fair!But then he thought, maybe Santa could make an exception. He knew whathe'd do. He'd ask Santa for a pussy for Christmas.*****Yes, Paul was so innocent and naive that he still believed in Santa. Mostof his friends had made comments that made it clear that they didn'tbelieve in. "I need the loo!" I shouted in Mistress Angel's direction to which she replied with a dismissive flick of the hand. Taking this as permission to go, I looked around and finally spotted the toilet entrance on the other side of the room. With a lot of 'excuse me' calling and some nifty elbow work, I managed to make slow progress... only to have my bum felt at least twice. Slowly I was beginning to realise what a woman had to put up with and I didn't like it. Eventually my goal hove into reach and. On our way back we stopped at a lonely bend on the road. The lights of Chandigarh were shimmering down below and looked very pretty. She suggested that we have a picnic dinner right there in the car. She went to the back seat with her husband while I sat in the front. As we began to eat I noticed in the rear view mirror that my cousin was fondling her husband’s crotch. Then she opened his zip and took out his tool. I had never seen a cock before. It looked very big and had a shiny red head. She. The light had vanished from my sight No spark remained to warm the night I reached the door---I rang the bell The sound was like a funeral knell. I waited but no answer heard "There WAS a light!" I thus averred "There was a light! I saw it plain!" Again I rang the bell in vain. The house stayed silent, drear, and dark It stood against the stars so stark It seemed more like a sepulchre Than any house where life did stir. I tried the latch---that, too, was vain And soon I felt a freezing rain.