..We had lived on the continent for some years and were used to visits from friends and family eager to take advantage of the Mediterranean sun so I w...s not surprised to receive a call from my sister to arrange for a holiday, although this one was going to be different. My sister had separated from her husband a few years ago and I had not seen her during this time. She and her daughter,Melissa had apparently been struggling but things had got better recently with the arrival of a new. Any similarities to any person living, dead, undead, fictional, et. al is purely coincidental. This is my first story. Critiques are welcome.We all need a little extra money this holiday season. So for some extra cash, I became a mall Santa. Took the course, rented my costume, ho ho ho I'm ready to go. All I have to do is sit for a few hours, have some cuties sit on my lap, listen to their wish lists and smile for the camera. Simple enough. Plus I can cop a few feels every now and then. Yes. He had his eyes closed and was slouched comfortably. She was repulsed yet again by the scars on his face. But this time studied his face closer. He was a haggard looking man with a grizzly beard. Even that did not hide the scars. They were definitely in some kind of pattern that had permanently melded his left eye closed.Stella’s head ached and so she allowed it to drop again and was shocked to see that the clamps were still attached to her nipples. Her nipples were clamped firmly within the. "Well don'tyou think you had better carry on?" Yes, yes, Miss Watts." He tried to steady his paper. "Today I have senthim to work for you, fully dressed in my mother's clothes. I hope he meetswith your approval and - and I ask you to make any further requests youplease, as long as they add to his - to his - to his humiliation in frontof your female colleagues."His hands sank with their letter into the front of his pleated skirt,which had the unfortunate effect of framing an embarrassing point.