She was short and pleasingly plump, not fat but plump. She and Bob had been married for as long as Elizabeth and I, not that we were acquainted at tha...t time.Tiny Tim. A figment of asshole's imagination.Our story began on Christmas Day. No ghosts, just a normal Christmas Day. I was at the Church playing Kris Kringle for the little one's, a job that would take me well into the late afternoon.After about an hour, at about 10:30 in the morning, a woman appeared before me. She seemed to be quite. We couldn’t have done it without her!” Kaitie sat down on the table and waved as her bright red pussy and hard nipple tried to get back to normal. “And now give a big hand to Andrew! It wouldn’t exactly have been impossible to do this without him, but he made it much easier!” Leaning up against the whiteboard, I rolled my eyes, scoffing, “Heh… yeah right! Thanks…”and then a smile to show her I was only teasing her. We all gave a bow as applause thundered through the room. We had to sit down. He was hoping you might spare him an hour, this coming Wednesday. He has a morning opening at nine, and then another, at one in the afternoon. Would either of those times be convenient for you?" I had planned on taking my brother up to visit my alma mater on Wednesday, Miss Sheridan. For some reason he thinks he might prefer Yale to Brown. I was hoping to dissuade him from this error." I was just playing with her, but I didn't appreciate such an abrupt summons from on high either."Is there. . better...I knew what he wanted me to do instinctively, just as I knew enough of what was going on to stay scared. I can't explain it better than to say some thoughts and some things didn't seem to originate from me.The thing that worried me the most was my own mind. Did I really want Tattoo? Or did he have enough hold to keep me his, even splintered from whatever that thing was...Could I even be safe without him?Because that thing was out there! Fuck it had my best friend, I have to tell-My.