My friends are about to head off, and I’m a little drunk, so I’m thinking “what the hell, I might as well give it a go right?” I go over and s...ay hi, and offer to get her another drink. Things carry on like that and soon enough we’ve been chatting and drinking and the night’s getting late and the bar’s closing. We walk outside and say goodbye, and I decided it’s now or never… so I just kiss her – and to my surprise she kisses me back! I break away for a second and look at her which is when. She was Lee, 32 years old, from a farm outside of Williamsport. He was Steve, 38, from New York, just traveling through, a monthly visitor to the town. She had come here to relieve boredom, he had come because he didn’t want to be alone in his room watching old TV shows. In point of fact they had both come for the same reason, she had an itch, and he had the scratcher.Now they got down to the personal, he was married, but not a fanatic about it, she was recently divorced and getting used to. I have another submissive, and that relationship is incredibly intense, because of how intense it is for her, and incredibly cathartic. She’s ... a troubled woman. Nervous. Delicate. And yet I’m anything but delicate with her. Quite the opposite. But, out of that, I’m probably the only man in her life she’s comfortable with.”“Is it trust?”“That’s exactly what it is. The only man who ever got as near as I have ended up being a total asshole. But even as close as they were, married, living. Her eyes hurt from the sunlight, her legs unwilling to hold her weight she fell hard to her knees. The soft hands grabbed at her hair and pulled her to her feet, holding her in place she looked up at the face. The darkest eyes bore into her as she looked upon the face of Santa Claus. "It's your lucky day, you get to star in a movie with Santa Claus." His voice was emotionless and when he spoke the fake white beard that covered his chin moved up and down in a very bizarre way. She tried to keep.