“I think Santa probably likes lube. Time to lubricate Santa’s runners.” I thought I was going to pass out. She got down on her knees, and slowly...lowered my pants. Then she kissed me through my briefs. Then she reached up, grabbed the waistband with one hand on each side of my hips, and slowly pulled my underpants down. I had my biggest erection in twenty years. “Do elves ever do the lubricating, Hon?” she asked. “Does Santa like elves to do it, or just Mrs. Santa?” “I’ve never had an elf do. She remembered Christmas receptions in a large manor house, decorated with enormous trees and expensive gifts given to the attendees. “My grandfather,” Alicia replied, as though somehow embarrassed by Hermione’s discovery. “I had no idea.” “Neither did I until I was home at Christmas and met your parents. Think of all the years I could have been corrupting you.” The girls all laughed; then Alicia raised Hermione’s hand and kissed it on the fingers. “Everything will be fine. If you have any. You and your mother have your work cut out for you, dear. And I must warn you that I’d be very upset to hear that you somehow caused him grief in your efforts to convert him to your cause. Don’t lose sight of the fact that you’re on a rather selfish quest.”The drive home was quiet as Sherry thought over Aphrodite’s words and warnings. I think she was hoping for a quick and easy victory, but instead, she left with her shoulders heaped with a heavy burden of responsibility. Seducing Dad wasn’t. "Groovy!" Patty said, looking at Kristen, just standing there. "This is the quietest that I've ever seen her!"Kristen continued standing there, and I could see her fists ball up in anger.I decided to get some formalities out of the way. "Kristen, you will not attempt to harm me or my friends, nor will you try to get anybody else to do so."Kristen nodded in compliance, still following her order to be quiet. Her fists relaxed a bit, though."Which car is yours?" I asked Kristen. "You may talk only.