I realise what had woken me was a sound from the bedroom door, looking over to the door I saw two girls, about 14 and 16, both were looking intently a... the scene in front of them.I could not say anything to them as my mouth was gagged and all I could say was a muffled grunt.How did I get here? I remember the bar, the good looking, blonde haired temptress and the question 'How about quitting the joint, and having fun?' Why not? Nothing was happening here, and she looked like a pretty piece of. He usually avoided that topic, but something just drew him in. He looked through the titles, not really seeing them, until he came to one that just caught his eye and jumped out at him: Relive your Past -- Removing Barriers in your Personal History. He took the book down, sat on the bench, and cracked the cover. After another hour, he looked at his watch and jumped up. He should have been home half an hour ago, and his wife wouldn't be very happy with him. But what he'd just read burned in his. To a kid growing up it was a wonderful place, full of hidden, dusty, unused places to find and hide in. Old dumbwaiter shafts, coal shoots, and boiler rooms were of course off limits, but hey I was a kid. I was supposed to misbehave. Right? Anyway, what really took the blinders off of me about Christmas, and childhood, in general, was when I came home from kindergarten and saw we had a huge number of presents under the tree! When I had left that morning, there had been five little gifts–with. "Jim, these are the two that the judge sent over to work," said the host as he left the room and closed the door.Jim stood up and waved his arm at the woman who wiped her face and hurried out a side door."Well, well, the judge said I would be impressed with you," he said as he stared at Debbie. "Did the judge fill you in on your duties' sweetheart?"Debbie nodded and said, "Ted is supposed to help your bartender and I'm going to wait cocktails."With that Jim roared and laughed out loud, "The.