I was wandering through the shopping centrewith my best friend and next door neighbour Ed, when we saw a little booth:"Santa's Wishing Booth."In small...er writing it said, "Write your deepest wish to Santa, and don't tellanyone. If you're prepared to work together and have faith, Santa will doeverything in his power to make it happen."Ed and I looked at each other. Weird, but why not? We thought.I took a form and walked away. I could see Ed was filling in his a few metresaway.I looked at the. The saddle pommel, I noticed, was oddly shaped into a ring. The reason for this soon became apparent when my hands were shackled to this ring. My feet were also shackled and the chain linking under my horse’s belly. Obviously i wasn’t their first prisoner. The horse wouldn’t respond to any pressure I put on with my leg and I had no reins to control her. The guards formed up around me and prepared to leave. The four nobles rode on ahead with Lady Bess while I remained at the heart of the score. " She waved a Benjamin under his nose.He did that thing police officers do and spoke into his collar, "Dispatch?" Car 54 doing a walk around." Thank you."The Benjamin disappeared.Whoa! Stripped wasn't the word. Even the tubs and commodes were gone ... the only doors left were the front, back and patio. The place looked like the most efficient burglars in the world had left the shell and took the rest.The cop positively gawked, "Ma'am? Do you have the papers authorizing this?"Mrs. Porter waved. Scott had no idea that she often fantasized about him either, something she had kept to herself though they'd occasionally flirted with one another, especially at work. But it had never gone beyond that.Patti didn't know why she was so attracted to him, only that she was. He wasn't drop-dead gorgeous or anything like that. He wore his hair long, nearly as long as her own, and like her, usually kept it in a neat tidy little braid. About as intimate as they ever got was in her redoing his braid.