In my living room? I must be dreaming. But he’s twinkling his nose and — presents under that tree? Who is this guy? He is kind of tall. And kind o... cute. And distinguished looking in that Santa suit and boots. He’s pointing at me? My cold seems to have gone. What’s happened to my bra? I know it’s under this robe. I know I put it on, but it seems to be gone. I can’t check in front of this stranger, but I swear it’s gone. He’s pointing again and what? My warm cotton panties are gone too. The next. "Look, I've got to go now," she said into the receiver. "Somebody's at the desk." She giggled at her joke and hung up."Stand back," she ordered the colored girl, "I want to see if you're presentable now."Shanika stepped back as instructed."Come on now. You know how to display yourself," she said impatiently, her hands on her hips. "Do it, nigger."The black slave girl slowly clasped her hands behind her head and moved her feet apart. She held her head up and her chest out, but her eyes remained. ' He cradled my daughter's breasts in both hands, squeezing them gently and admiring how her nipples glistened beneath a thick coat of his saliva. 'And it's probably for the best anyways-if a girl grows her breasts later, it means less time for gravity to take its toll. These are probably going to stay this lovely for many, many years.'There was a knock at the door, and as it opened Bianca, one of the Caldwell's assistants, walked in. She announced that dinner would be ready in twenty minutes,. "Will you be sending for your family later, Frank?" she asked."No, my wife and little daughter were taken in the cholera epidemic that hit the Ohio River Valley before I left."Suddenly everything became clear to June Richardson. That's why he loves Jimmy, Sarah, and all the other children so much, she thought, sadly."Well," she said quietly. "Sleep well." Starting to walk away, she turned back once more. "Frank, I hope you know how much we all enjoy your wonderful company. You're a part of our.