If you don't... well, you can tell me then. Take care of yourself." Before I could muster any sort of response, she came over and kissed me lightly on... the cheek, then left, closing the door gently behind her.I stood by the window watching the sunset as my frazzled mind tried to make sense of what had just happened. So Maddie decided to go all Felicity on me. At least she had the courtesy to tell me in advance, right? That being said, I really didn't know what to do. Telling her not to go to. .. but he’ll understand. My clock is ticking and the first one is yours. I want you to have that honor. It’s the least that I can do for you ... lover,” Lucinda added, “Call me Lucinda in private, even if you have to call me Ms. Clarke in public. I insist. I have an anchor baby and you’re the father.”“Anchor baby?” I asked her, quite curious now.“I was born in Belize. Local mother, Scottish father. Hence the Clarke surname. Gods willing, I’ll never have to return now, not pregnant with a future. Her ass was now completely bare, though, so I stopped pulling on them. Watching her face intently, I rubbed the back of my hand against her smooth, dry, soft bottom. I rotated the hand and stroked her ass with my palm, wrapping my fingers gently around one cheek. I was panting as I stopped moving my hand, not wanting to jostle her too much. My fingers were stretched out over the crack of her ass and I tried desperately to resist running one of those fingers inside the crack. It was too risky.. Scott changed the subject, "Does Santa need help getting out of the car?" Santa's just fine," Jorge Delgado retorted."How much is padding," Scott asked, "and how much is you?"Jorge pulled down the white beard, "It's all padding." He slapped the costume's extended belly, "Still as flat as a board!"Scott and Jorge shook hands and slapped each other's shoulders."We're lucky guys," Jorge said, "surrounded by beautiful women." He puts on the suit," Mrs. Delgado said, "and the Latin blarney starts.