Near his side was her own father, equally as grizzled and grey, though somewhat more subdued than the men surrounding him. As he should be, she though... venomously, her eyes narrowing to slits as she watched her father say something to Bowen that had the clan chieftain throwing his head back with another howl of laughter. How could he celebrate tonight? This was no victory, not for her family. For it was still broken, incomplete. And there her father stood, ingratiating himself to Bowen.. "You forget mistress that I am a pain slut and may well enjoy any punishment to which you subject me. So I will not be deterred. You freely chose to make me your submissive but your actions since then have more or less forced your son to accept you as his submissive. I think that deserves a penalty similar to mine for leading him into the situation where he became your master."I paused and looked at Charlie,"I seem to remember that my mistress thought something like that deserved twenty. By the way, it's ho, ho, ho in a happy sense, not in a pimp sense.Santa Claus-----Dear Santa: Dec 20 PLEEEEASSSSE! Look I didn't get what I wanted in 1954. It's been 46 years! I am not holding a grudge; actually I think this shouldn't be to hard for you to deliver on. You go all over the world sneaking into people's houses in the middle of the night. I know as you go through the houses you check out the bedrooms. We all know you look in on the sleeping children. What's that all about? Oh, I. At first, Olivia paid the whispering and speculations among her female co-workers, only scant attention. It wasn’t that she was unaffected, but she simply refused to let herself go down that kind of path. As the rumors of Doug’s bedroom skills and his extraordinary endowment grew, she became more interested, notwithstanding her resolve. She watched her female associates, and even her own secretary, Julie Stevenson, shamelessly flirt with Doug Chapel, but Olivia resisted such silly female.