As he handed me the money the 60 year old said he hadnt had pussy in 40 years and he hoped he could keep it up. I laughed and we all went inside."Hone...y," I said to Erica, "Looks like the money is starting to roll in. Now these men are paying for your phone so I think you should show them how grateful you are."Now I dont know if tit was the d**gs I gave her or if she was really just a slut, but she exactly what I meant when i said that. She got up off the bed and started dancingaround the men,. A pang of guilt struck me deeply as I listened to her baleful anger dissolve into mournful agony. Curiosity got the better of me and I looked into the mirror again.She was crying bitterly—or, at least, that was how my brain must be interpreting her spiritual energies. I could see tears and snot running down her nose as she choked on her own anguish. Her fingers were woven into her hair at the scalp, pulling in a futile attempt to distract herself from her emotional suffering with physical. I hold her hand and teach her to how to see picture and asked her what will you say to your husband who has clicked this and she replied I will say ki didi (my wife) has taken, after that I got confidence to bring her on my bed. I offered her beer which she accepted and we drank and I asked her can you apply oil on my leg which she accepted immediately.Next day again I offered her beer and this continued for couple of week and we become very close friend. Almost after a month we had 4-5 beer. She knew he was a new guy, because instead of the natural beard of the regular Santa, this one wore an obviously fake white beard, and had stuffed his suit with what looked like lumpy pillows. The regular Santa was already fat, and didn't need much padding. He smiled at her, and she got dressed in her outfit, and came out to stand next to his chair, her regular position.In between kids coming up, the guy said his name was Ray, and that his buddy, the other Santa, had asked him to fill in.