There was a great deal of secrecy involved, with closets and under beds and other improvised hiding places being employed. The adults were honor bound...to avoid prying, and Kerry had the threat of stones and lumps of coal in his stocking and nothing under the tree from Santa Claus if he did any snooping where he didn’t belong, so most of the secrets remained intact. There was no fireplace by which to hang the Christmas stockings with care, so four of them, made of felt with seasonal decorations. “Why don’t you slip your hand up here?” Brigitte asked.She lifted her hand and placed it on my shoulder. She was wearing a Caftan which had very large arm holes. I did as I was told and soon I found my hands on her very large breast. I stroked it with my hand and cupped it; I could feel the weight of her breast in my hand and I placed my finger and thumb so that I could caress and squeeze her nipple. Her nipples surprised me, they were large too. I looked at Melissa, “these breasts are. Several men in my department were dressed, including my manager. Thislast was a shock. My VP I hardly knew. My director was a woman. But mymanager was kind of bluff and blunt. He souped up cars in his sparetime. He hunted deer. I don't know if the images just didn't square inmy mind, or whether it was because he was an authority figure I hadspent a lot of time in front of. He was appropriately dressed, wearinga blouse, khaki A-line skirt and black flats. But I had a hard timegetting used to. "It's a sexual fetish idol that causes bimbotransformations that was sold at some random store in the city," hesaid. "Who do you THINK?"Daz held up the scroll, and down at the bottom Lily read the three-letter code noting the prior owner: SRU."Okay, let's not panic," Daz said. "With any luck, he'll stick true toform and the store has already moved on, and Xander will be wanderingthe mall." And if our luck remains the same as it has been?" Dusty asked.Daz hesitated. "Well, then, our best.