I first published this about a year ago under a different title but I wasn’t happy with it so pulled it for a rewrite. The storyline is much the sam...e but the ending significantly different. If you are after a quick stroke story this is not it: rather, it’s a tale for those who like a bit of a build up and some romance, and – dare I say it – a little humour too. It is a lighthearted tale with a touch of fantasy and fairytale about it, so please don’t take it too seriously (unless you happen to. For some reason, he’d been certain that’s what he’d find…but there was nothing here now.Sighing, he laid his head against the iron gates. “Merry Christmas, darling,” he said. “I wish I was…” But he didn’t know what more to add. What was there to say? Who was even listening?I‘ll freeze to death if I stand out here all morning, he thought, and he actually did turn to go after some minutes more. But something in the corner of his eye made him stop: movement? Someone there? Turning around, he. He was even more horrified when the next drawer was opened. Itcontained elaborate metal boned wasp waisted satin corsets. The lastheld seamed hosiery and little girl ruffled lace trimmed nylon socks.Mark's mind was reeling by the time the tour of his new room was over.It kept shouting, "No this can't be! I don't want this! She can't beserious! I can't wear that! No boy should have to wear that! It's sickand repulsive."To his shock his voice and body exhibited nothing but pure delight. . Katie giggled the entire time as she sank the eight and then the nine.Katie came to me and laid a tonsil tickler on me and whispered, “Thanks for the game.” Cindy was getting anxious for her mom, so I changed the little darling and let her nurse while wrapped up in her baby blanket cocoon.Supper and the visiting afterward were fun. Yuu and one of Katie’s nephews were chess players who were constantly working at beating the other. They rapidly played, using a clock, slapping it after each move..