“Oh, I’m very real Richie boy. I’m real enough to eat your wife’s fresh baked cookies,” Santa responded taking a bite out of one of Jennife...’s cookies.“These cookies won’t be the only thing I get into tonight that are warm and inviting either,” Santa teased with a hearty chuckle.“What the fuck are you talking about, Santa?” Richard asked, bewildered.“First off Richie, let’s watch the language, pal. It is Christmas after all. Second, I plan to fuck your wife, bud. Only if she’s okay with it. One in which I certainly wasn't looking forward to at all.I was sitting in the den watching the game on TV when I heard my wife's car pulling up into the driveway. She'd gone to pick up her sister from the airport alone, figuring that would at least give them some time to discuss things on the way back without my being there. Steeling my resolve, I quickly entered the kitchen area knowing they'd soon come in from the backdoor connecting the garage. I pasted a friendly, welcoming smile on my. We might use a fifth of the total available, but I think it will require less than a fiftieth.”C: “Why did you ask me about the budget then?”G: “The project leader must know the parameters of the project.”C: “Okay. So, fifty thousand for an initial budget with a contingency of another hundred thousand. How will we arrange it?”G: “WE won’t. I shall handle the details. You will have a black AMEX card in a corporate name – that means unlimited credit – and a small cache of diamonds worth about two. O., Tom Daniels. He suddenly longed to share his ideas with a partner, a special man of his own. He was lonely and horny and craved male affection. He did not know that half way across town a man, a Photographer for Victoria’s Secret was feeling the exact same way as he was and he was a man virgin too. His name was Lance Summers, thirty years old. He was very good at his work and very highly paid. He owned his high-rise and lived on the top floor alone like Frankie. He was very different in.