You know, stuff friends do. We played ball together, we’re now having beer ... You never do stuff like this with me. And I get it,” Aron added and...looked away guiltily. “Your career is important. It requires a certain lifestyle. And I knew that when I proposed. When I fell in love with you.”“Hey, you don’t have to explain it,” Carter hurried. “Well, it’s not like I’m going to stay young and pretty forever,” he joked. “I’ll have to give up on all these ... restrictions, eventually. And then. It had been a trial so far, now it was 8:00 AM and the rush was dwindling down, most of the good specials were long since gone from the shelves, but everyone still wanted them, especially that new game machine that we had 20 of only 3 hours before, there was one left, my mark on it for my own personal purchase when I got my break and could put my money on the counter, so-to-speak. To make a long story short, there was a local lady that really wanted one, she needed it desperately for her. "I'm not sure you deserve any presents now," Santa said as he placed hisbig red bag on the floor and opened it up. When he stood back up, he had apresent in his hands and a hard cock tenting the front of his red trousers."Please, Santa," I said, "I'm a very good boy." I couldn't help laughing."He sure is," Dad said, joining the laughter. "And I should know," headded, winking at me and wiggling his ass around my still-hard cock."Well, if your dad says you're a good boy, then you must be. Here's. “Be at peace My Son.” The voice of The Risen God had echoed around the tiny courtyard of the monastery in a powerful booming all encompassing sound. “My work for you is but at its beginning.”Simon sighed as the memories finally came to an end. And his shoulders slumped with resignation as he realized that his stroll through history had also carried him to the inevitable conclusion of those thoughts. The cost of starting Sayne down his path of liberation had finally come due. And it was a cost.