I had decided to where the same jeans that I had woken up in. Sure, Ihad been out in public a grand total of three times since this happenedand yes, I...had worn the same pants each time, but that was somethingthat I hoped to remedy with this trip. I was actually beginning to likehow tight they were. They kinda reminded me of sweat pants that way,plus it was way better than wearing something baggy. I surprisinglywasn't against the way they made my ass look either. Now before, I mighthave dressed. I'm gonna go ahead and carry him to his room."Tiffany watched her big brother carry Bobby to his room. She smiled feeling good that they managed to make up."I'm gonna put the fire out. Did you want to open any presents yet?" He asked as he put the fire out."No. I'm going to wait for Mom tomorrow morning that way we can all open our presents together."Dylan walked closer to his sister. "Well Merry Christmas once again. I love you." He put his arms around her. Tiffany hugged her brother back. He. . I would love... a Gameboy!" "Just how old are you, Timmy?" she asked, a bit incredulous now. She was almost giving it way here! "I'm eighteen." Tingaling couldn't believe her elfin ears. "Eighteen? And pissing about with toys? What kind of boy are you? I stand here, half naked, gagging for some Christmas fun, and all you want are toys?" Timmy went red. "I'm.... err... well, I've not had much practice with girls." Tingaling stood, hands on hips, chest thrust forward, eyes blazing. "And if. “Yeah, I borrowed a friend’s to learn on and tried to kill myself.”He looked it over.“I still have this model in either lime green or pink.”Neither sounded good to me, so I turned and looked at Fritz and he just shrugged.“Can we see them?” I asked.“Sure, come to the back.”We went to the back room and there had to be a thousand boards. At the back there was a work area where a young man was making a board. He looked like the man that was helping us. I would guess father and son. He found the two.