.a) cut her hair and change her lifestyleb) move back home with her incorrigible widowed dadc) move to Toronto (OK, New York) and become a fashion pho...tographerd) try women for a while (OK, sorry, Hallmark would never)d) burn her little black book and dedicate helself to the nursing home Christmas showBut this Christmas is about to become a disaster becausea) the pre-teen son of her sister has a huge holiday crushb) she’s developing a dependency on sleeping pillsc) she’s met two perfect guys who. I knew how he would die. Tonight, at my hand, and yet not my hand. He was a creature of what was once popular culture. A fiction in a series of books by a woman who was as lost as he ever was. A woman who preached, all unknowing, damnation. Worship of the physical. Yet how could he deceive himself so? He knew that all things physical, no more how enduring, must yield in the end. Must go down to corruption. Only the spiritual goes on. It was the spiritual that gave me the power to remold my. ."Emily listened, smiling after a while."Thanks ... Okay, I will ... Bye."She hung up."Who was that?" Sandra asked."My dad." What did he want?" Just wanted to wish me luck this semester, getting ready for the recital." Really? That was nice of him."Emily nodded. "He's been different lately." What's up?" I think it's his new fiancée." The one he took to New York?" Richard asked."Yeah." Do you like her?" I kind of have to." What do you mean?" She's my dad's assistant. Been so for years and years.. “Oh baby, that’s so good!” rolled liquidly out of Karen’s throat. When his shaft could sink no further into her clasping cunt Jimmy paused and relished the sensations of Karen’s cunt muscles gripping and rippling on his cock. Then he reversed his thrust and began to withdraw his cock from Karen’s clutching pit ever so slowly. He had never felt anything so exquisite as the feeling of moving his cock in and out of Karen’s loving cock sheath. Several.