The remaining pubichair was quickly removed. Aunt Robin took her time removing Simon'sfacial hair including side burns, mustache and beard. Simon's ha...ir wasnot long enough for real styling, but he was given bangs and his haircleaned up of most its mess. His eyebrows were also plucked to femininearches.If it was not for his penis and lack of breasts, Simon could easily passfor an attractive woman especially with his emerald eyes and dirty blondehair. With the current plans Simon was going to be. I clear my throat."Good book?"She looks up, intending to be annoyed, but her eyes meet mine. In that moment, her body jerks, as if she's suddenly been hit in the chest. She recovers and smiles at me.A dazzling blinding smile. My pulse quickens."I'm enjoying it, but the movie was better." She tilts the cover so I can see. O Brother Where Art Thou? I smile in recognition."Can I buy you a cup of coffee?" I ask."I would be delighted," she answers, then indicates the chair to her right. My stomach. We'd love to have her." That's right," Allan agreed. "We developed all the pictures last night, and we're short quite a few with Shadow. Sharon, Barb wouldn't mind, ahhh, doing it with the dog, would she?" I honestly don't know."Chuck smirked at his father. "Barb fucks like a mink, Dad. I don't think she'd mind." Good." Allan stood up from the table. "C'mon, Chuck. Let's go straighten things up downstairs while the girls do the dishes."As soon as they were finished in the kitchen, Patty and her. Girls from around the world would come from far and wide, and stand in line to sit in my lap, snuggle up to me, and tell me their every wish and desire. I would listen attentively, as if I existed for no higher purpose than to give them what the want -- to make them happy. Of course I would listen, for I would be Santa -- the magic man who can make your dreams come true. Pour your heart out to me, put your trust and faith in me, and all that you want can be yours. You exist for no higher.