My room was just down a short hall with a bathroom the only separation. I would rush down and wrap my arms around the Boss and try to soothe the fear ...and pain from his mind.It was five months into my employment, shortly after I'd given up wearing clothes, when I realized that unless I slept in the same room with the Boss neither one of us was going to get a full night's sleep.I started out sleeping in a recliner next to his bed. When he'd begin to stir I'd reach over and rub his back or his. "You ready for tomorrow?" she asked softly."What's tomorrow?" Didn't I tell you?" No."Tami lifted her head and grinned at me. "Cheater," she said and skipped away towards camp.I watched the sway of her backside as she skipped away.I figure twenty years in a monastery, studying serenity and calmness, and I might be ready to deal with girls."What are you doing here?" You're disappointed."I took a deep breath. 'Cheerleaders are not supposed to have self-esteem issues, ' I thought as I looked down. I almost don't taste them, the made-by-millions-of-gallons beer and the burger whose meat who knows where it came from.The streets are full. People buying gifts at the last minute, don't they learn anything? Long queues, what you want to get is sold out, there's too much people everywhere. I feel so out of place.When I was a kid, I loved to see the shop windows decorated for Christmas. I was most fond of those with mechanical things. I remember one Christmas in which a large department store. Michele's fingers hesitantly explored the opening in Charles's flies andsoon found sleek, hard flesh. She wrapped her fingers around Charles'slong thick cock and felt him shudder against her. She began to strokehim inside his pants.Charles broke their kiss and took Michele by the shoulders and eased herbody away from his a little."Take it out please; I want to see you take it out," he whimpered, hislust evident.Michele's painted fingernails plucked at Charles's belt.Michele opened the waistband.