As though the heated passion we’d shared that past night had lingered within the room long afterwards, never dissipating, covering us both like a so...ft warm blanket. Uncovered by any need of sheet or comforter, her nude form stretched languidly atop the bed, still secure in her sleep, resting there like a perfectly sculpted statue that had been chiseled in place, meant to remain as the art she was, as the perfection she’d become. ‘I truly do love you,’ I actually whispered, as I continued. It was something I knew in my soul.Santa was a toymaker, so to emulate him, I read on how to make toys, from books in the library. Even before kindergarten, I was making simple toys for other children in my neighborhood. I lived in a very poor area of a large city. Any crude toy was appreciated by my friends.As I got older, my craftsmanship improved. I built yoyos, racecars, stuffed dolls, and wooden menageries.My birthday was on December twenty-fifth; and starting the eve of my fifth birthday,. After I logged off I called Kat and told her what I had arranged; she was as excited as me and said that if Danny was okay then I had better invite him back again once she was home. Kat also told me to try and get some pictures; I said I would try my best.The following day I spent my time getting myself ready, I shaved and trimmed my body hair and got myself sorted for Danny coming around at 7pm. I felt nervous but extremely horny as I imagined what the evening would bring. I made sure that. .. I sometimes said, when someone commented on the 'character' of the house, that;"Most of the 'character' went into a skip."But we tried hard to keep the original feel. We found that four of the original doors were intact and... 'original' under the hardboard sheets. The staircase and door-frames had to go – dry rot.An electro-osmotic damp-proof course was installed, a mastic-asphalt floor laid downstairs; new windows and doors made in the style of the originals. New drains, new water supply.