Paul had missed most of these stops as he was still recovering from the agony of his regenerative treatment, but there was one last such before the By...antium settled into orbit around the Ecstasy colony. Disappointingly, this was at one of the many refuelling depots scattered about the Kuiper Belt whose existence was entirely dependent on the presence of space ships like the Byzantium. This wasn't going to be as exciting or interesting as the brief sling-shot orbit around the Quaoar planetoid. He frowned, and then brightened. “There is that.” he admitted. He thought some more and his shoulders straightened. He faced the two boys, who were still standing, still nervous, but able to hear their mother’s idea just as well.“You will marry those girls,” pronounced Jonas in a voice that brooked no argument. “You will marry them and make a good home for them. Is that clear?”Both boys nodded so hard that Buckshot wondered if their heads would fall off. He let out the breath he had been. “Does Santa like elves to do it, or just Mrs. Santa?” “I’ve never had an elf do it,” I replied. “Then this is Santa’s lucky day!” she said. “I’ll be your little elf. Elves are short, aren’t they, Hon? Like I am now, on my knees?” “Yeah,” I said. “You’re at perfect elf height.” “Then let’s see the runner, Baby. Ummmmmm……now I get to see Santa’s real package.” And then I was in heaven. A skilled, soft, velvety mouth, a moist loving tongue, gentle hands, and a heavenly smooth throat did everything. “And?”“Charlotte Anne Kennedy!” She stressed each word.After another pause, I shook my head questioningly. “Er ... How do you do?”She stared at me as if I was incredibly stupid.“Of the Sacramento Kennedys,” she expanded.“Ooh,” I said as if that explained everything. Sarcasm to the fore. “The Sacramento Kennedys. Right. Of course. How did I not put that together immediately?”“You have no idea who they are, do you?” she asked accusingly.“No. Sorry love, no clue. I’ve got nothing. You related to.