"I didn't know he’d send Mrs. Claus would visit me tonight.”“I’m not Mrs. Claus; I’m one of Santa’s many helpers, because there's just too...much for him to cover in one night."Due to the fact I left my glasses next to the bed, I had to squint to read the clock. It was three am. “You’re out kinda late aren’t you? I thought Santa made his rounds at midnight."“I’m late because some of the elves and I celebrated a bit too much. I then lost your address, left home late, and I caused Santa to leave. Bye again, Mom."She unplugged the phone from the wall. "She sounds desperate, Daddy."Mandy picked up the narrative. "When she called us yesterday, she said you were having some 'problems.' I asked her if Dad had finally twigged to her fucking around all day, or if he was pissed when he found out that we weren't really his daughters. That shut her up, let me tell you."I had reached for my glass of OJ and nearly dropped it on the table. I did manage to spill most of it. There was a brief time-out. He opened the door a crack.The moment he arrived was just that when Ellen and Harold were having their climax.Holy Jesus Christ! Naked and aroused Ellen with her buttocks humped lewdly over the arm of the couch, being speared by the lust- swollen cock of some boy much older than she was. Ah yes -- that was Harold Taylor, Louise's boy friend! And with his finger -- no, fingers -- up Ellen's narrow little anus too, both young naked bodies pumping and swirling excitedly up against each other as. He realized that he had ignored the definite love he had for Chloe. Her bravery in enduring Mistress Diana’s discipline instilled a heavy respect for him towards Chloe. It became obvious that she had been determined not to surrender & utter the safe word to avoid Mistress Diana’s punishment. Such attitude could not be lauded enough. Respect inevitably cemented his love for her. All of these revelations placed him into an absolute quandary. He did not want her out of his life, but by the same.