Nicolas, bishop of Myra in TurkeySweet Santa is me, who writes these verses for you two in EnglandSweet Santa is also Your dear Deb with her X-mas pre...ents to You!------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sweet Santa's bones are in a crypt in Bari, in Italy, but his believers are only in Holland, at firstSweet Santa is called 'Santa Claus' in English speaking countries, after the Dutch introductionSweet Santa was called. ”“She will know soon enough.” said dad from the doorway.“Dad? How long have you been there?” I asked.“Since you brushed her hair to the side and gave her a kiss on the cheek.” dad stated.Maxine placed a hand on her cheek where I had kissed her.“This isn’t what it looks like. You can’t tell Zoe about this.” I said.“How do you expect me to keep this from my wife? Or even your wife? They should both know about this.” dad said.That’s when Maxine spoke up. Or should I say shouted out, “But I am his. I’m afraid you would be disappointed with me.ʺ ʺNo, Sweetheart, you could never really disappoint me, because disappointing me would mean I have a preconceived opinion about what our sex together would be like. I’m just crazy to make love with you. Let’s discover how much we can enjoy each other in the sack. Whatever one of us doesn’t know, the other can teach…or, we can both learn together. I’m not afraid to experiment, and I’ll bet you aren’t, either.ʺ ʺHow could we…where and when could we…do. At first I noticed the increase in pressure around my feet. With out thinking about it I shifted my feet but found no relief. Suddenly my shoes felt as thought they were being tightened around my feet. Staring at my feet confused I noticed a growing pain in my ear. As I started to massage my ears to make them pop an unnerving realization struck me that made me suck my breath in. Buried within me the plugs were invisible but that didn’t stop me from staring at my stomach in a vane attempt.