Nicolas, bishop of Myra in TurkeySweet Santa is me, who writes these verses for you two in EnglandSweet Santa is also Your dear Deb with her X-mas pre...ents to You!------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sweet Santa's bones are in a crypt in Bari, in Italy, but his believers are only in Holland, at firstSweet Santa is called 'Santa Claus' in English speaking countries, after the Dutch introductionSweet Santa was called. I hadn't realised itneeded clearing before now.Billy is talking to me and I can't keep my eyes of the way his fringefalls across his forehead. But at the same time my mind wanders back tostanding next to the door of Edwards study. To how I had thoughts aboutgoing in and using his computer, but then my head had become fuzzy and Ihad dropped the idea. There must be something in that study that theydon't want me to see, why else put a block on it?Billy is more confident now leading me around the. She let out a little huff, mumbling something and going back to her sketchbook. I didn’t press her to figure out what she said, going back to my notebook.We’d been living together for months, sure we learned to be civil, but that didn’t mean we got along. She was egotistical and a tease, and unfortunately for me, hella hot. I’m talking curvy, struts around in black, strappy tops, and has the most beautiful blue eyes, which she likes to do up with dark eyeliner. She was gorgeous, and I happened. I don’t know what to do. Picture of toilet and Pawan fucking was hitting on my mind. I thought of leaving the place. I looked around and my friend was not there. I saw a guy coming down from the terrace and he hurriedly went out of the house.After few mins, I saw Pawan he was searching someone. I just turned around and thought to leave. Suddenly, I felt someone’s hand on my shoulders. I can see Pawan is standing next to me holding my shoulders. He asked me to come with him. I just went with.