They ignored me, obviously.I crept towards the kitchen, nothing! Where the hell did they go? I wandered upstairs and checked all the rooms, nothing! B...ck downstairs, get a drink and have a think. As I poured my drink Colin came in and started talking crap again. I just nodded and made a few "Yeps" I was just about to leave when I paused, I could hear some groaning, soft muffled "Ugh.. ugh.." sounds in a steady rhythm. They were in the garden, Jesus! I knew if I opened the back door they'd hear. Other men picked up the hand clapping, and within seconds the entire room was applauding my mother. They were paying respect to her for her daring dress, and the classy, dignified and incredibly sexy manner in which she carried off the presentation of herself and the pride she showed in her exposed body.Dad was beaming with pride. He turned to me and smiled. I too was bursting with pride at the way my mother had carried off her jaw dropping entrance.My mother reached the middle of the room and. Santa was not about to interrupt the flow of her speech, regardless of what she was saying. Most likely, she was asking for more chrome on her sleigh or another dozen housholed Elves. Seeing that Santa was too involved with the Elfish helper on his lap and whatever he was watching on those stupid VR glasses, she pushed the envelope a bit further.“I think I will go out there and see how that feels for myself. Do you mind?”His “Yes, Dear” did not mean that he minded. It only proved her. . a few yearlings. The rest ... big strong survivors.There ... behind the herd ... a golden shadow ... two more long slinky low fast movers bounding along behind the first ... herding? They still had eight miles to go before the first horse reached him ... not long, but too long.The whole herd shied to the left ... an explosion in the grass and a yearling was down kicking out it's life, neck broken. The lion Was laying in wait. The three behind WERE herding.The herd shifted right ... another.