"Please be okay!" the thought continued desperately.Cory hurriedly opened the back of the van and pulled out John's backpack. It was a military style ...with a built in frame to distribute weight down the back and onto the hips. The green nylon material was lightweight but strong and water proof. He dumped the rolled up clothes and toiletries inside the van before holding it up."Are you going to ride in it like this?" Cory asked frowning at the backpack."Cut holes in the bottom for my legs to fit. This all smells like my family Christmas at home. Family is what makes Christmas, and I don't have any." I said as I turned towards her, embarrassed I was crying."You have me to lean on, Matt. I can be your Christmas Spirit. I miss my family too. I was mad Sis couldn't stay until Christmas. I'll miss Marcy like crazy tomorrow and that's half the reason I invite others over." She said as she sniffed away a few tears as well.We both gathered our wits and got the rest of her Holiday chores. She told me, as I drove out of the airport remembering the right stuff and staying on the wrong side of the road, that she was avoiding her immigration status and hopefully the virus by working in the outback and had found a position at the Wolfe Creek pub. My mind flicked through the pages of the Karma Sutra, lesbian version, at her mention of the word position.As fortune would have it, that was the very pub I was to stay at. Not that I had a choice, Google had told me it was the only building. Jab kabi aunty ke husband nahi hote to aunty night main hamare ghar sone aa jati thi sath main apni Beti ko ke leke, uski beti us samay 7 class main thi. Aunty bahut hi sundar maal thi, aunty ka figure 38-32-38 ka hoga aor ek dam slim figure aor gora laal rang aor karib 5.7 inch height ke sath ek dam gatilaa badan mano swarg ki apsara ho school ke sabi teacher aunty ko line marte the but ham aor vo ek hi ilake ke hone ki vajah se unki hamare sath aeche relation the. Ek din Shardiyon ki sham ko.