" He reached out and ran a finger along the striations. "I'm impressed. Glutes." I began flexing my ass. "Nice. Good work. Now I see why Alex has been...hitting that."My breath caught in my throat hearing the name. While I wouldn't say we were dating, I had been regularly having what I thought was discreet sex with a guy named Alex. He was a frat brother of Mark and Justin's but he had told me he was also closeted and would never tell anyone. Before a coherent protest could form, Justin grabbed. Frozen. Completely immobilized.What the fuck!?You find that your eyes can still dart around and verify that Ben appears to be under this same spell as well as the few other people in the building that you can see in front of you. All but one person.A man, only now standing out like a sore thumb to you. He's extravagantly dressed in a purple suit with green accents and gold trim. He speaks."I couldn't help but hear some mental baggage and fun as I flew by and thought I'd drop in for a little. I’d drank too much to drive so ordered a taxi and it dropped me off around 8.45pm. There was no car on my driveway or in front of the house, had he left as I had hoped?I entered the house and listened. There was no sign of Lynn and no sound that I could make out; maybe she had gone to bed early. I checked the bedroom, it was empty but the smell of perfume was still in the air. They must have gone out.The rest of the evening was a bit of a blur, all sorts of scenarios were going through my head,. On a platform just in front of Santa, a girl in an elf suit snapped a picture of each child as he or she accepted the sucker Santa offered. The visit to Santa and the sucker were free. The pictures cost eight dollars each. So that these pictures would be perfect, each child was dressed in Sunday clothes, and each mother fussed with her little bundle of energy to keep those clothes neat and clean. Timmy wore his faded school jeans, the good shirt Melissa’s mother had given him for his birthday,.