He walked out into the back garden and found Joyce pruning the flowers. “Hi, Mom.”“Hi, honey.” Joyce looked up, she was on her knees in the fl...wer bed, pruners in hand. “Have a good day?”“Yeah.” Sam walked over to where she was working and leaned on the old wood fence.“How was last night?” Joyce stood up. Her jeans were covered in dirt. Sweat stained her t-shirt. She wiped off her brow with the back of her hand. Her hair frizzed in the humidity and was generally a mess. To Sam, she was the most. I looked down and saw her studded boots, 'Open up then', she demanded, and I threw the lock.She pushed he blond mane through the opening, 'You have jism on the tops', she said, pointing, I looked down and saw the semen on my woolen stocking tops, and wiped it away.'How much M'? I looked at her and handed to soiled toilet paper to her. '£20', I replied and she smiled, 'Your a cheap fucking slut girl' then she brought the paper up to her nose and smelt him, before tasting his spunk with the tip. "Doug?" Look at that."She followed his pointing finger. A small wooden dock, weathered gray with age, stuck into the water a couple of hundred yards to the south. "I thought this island was uninhabited," she said, her eyes now searching the treeline near the dock."That's what the chart said. That does look rather old..." There!" She pointed. "Right down from that tallest tree with the broken top."She waggled her forefinger while he squinted. His lasik surgery had not been a hundred percent. "You have been to see Mother Nature! The fact that she gave this to you is further proof that you are him! You are The Santa! Please forgive me sir! Any doubts that I might have had are gone! With this you should be able to accomplish what you have to!" Both of them bowing low Torran ran from the room. "Where is he off to in such a hurry?" John asked of Triance. "He is going to spread the news that you have proven beyond a doubt as to who you are. If he is as excited as I am, you might not.