Quick as aflash, the Marionette sank his teeth deep into the assassin's hand, bitit off and spat it out. Encouraged by this first victory, he freedhim...self from the claws of his assailers and, leaping over the bushesalong the road, ran swiftly across the fields. As he ran, theMarionette felt more and more certain that he would have to givehimself up into the hands of his pursuers. Suddenly he saw a littlecottage gleaming white as the snow among the trees of the forest."If I have enough breath. "I love Christmas," Wren sighed and the bartender nodded, pouring the man a generous cup of eggnog.A thin string of lights hung over and around the bar. They winked green and red and white, and Wren smiled at them until he caught his reflection in the mirror. He was the only one in it and he picked up his drink."Me too," the bartender said, having moved to the end of the bar. He looked at his watch because his children were waiting for Santa Claus."Hi. Merry Christmas," a soft voice insinuated. She deliberated she logged on to her iPad and took a look at Charles’ picture again. It was a fine specimen of manhood and it was cut; she preferred circumcised cocks. They were easy on the tongue and mouth-watering. She wondered about Charles’ stamina; his ability to hold back.John usually got excited very quickly when she took his to her lips. She enjoyed taking a man in her mouth; loved the feel of that hard flesh and enjoyed the slow seepage of cum. And she loved the groans a man made;. Would you like to explain it to him, or rather have me deal with it now?” “I don’t understand, Miss Dalton. What is happening?” “Just close the door, Sweetie, and come over here.” Angie looked the girl over. About two years older than Daphne, a bit shorter and just as pretty. She had short blonde hair and a great figure. Carla was wearing form fitting black pants and a snug sweater top, all atop a pair of very nice baby heels. When she turned to close the door, Angie saw the faint outline of.