“If we walk through the airport holding hands, your life is going to change. For the rest of your life, a lot of people will no longer refer to you ...xcept as it refers to me. You won’t be Travis Blakely. You’ll be Liz Larimer’s boy toy or love interest or ... whatever.”It was the sixth or seventh time that this had been explained to me. I had convinced myself that I was ready and could handle the situation. Now that the moment had arrived, I wasn’t so sure. Our arrival at San Diego airport. "As it is now Christmas Day. I ain't spending my Christmas at the Cop Shop."Mike stared at the clock and got up, dressed in his newly acquired Santa costume, and picked up a poorly wrapped present from the table. "And another thing," she continued. "Elves can wrap presents." Well this one can't," Mike snapped. "I'm Santa, I don't have the practice at doing elf-work. If it that bad you should have done it. And anyway I've had a few too many shots of my Santa juice."Rose snorted, glanced at the. ." He started asking. "What would you think about a little...visual motivation?" I would love that!" I answered enthusiastically while I emptied another glass and had lots of fun dancing like a girl of the 50's.Mr. McDoden went over to his television and started a DVD. I instantly noticed that is was a video I have seen on xhamster already and told him that I really liked this one. "I knew you would like it Fiona. That girl really reminds me to you, I have to say." I loved that he referred to. "You smell like a woman on heat mum," I told her as I eased the sexy little garment down to reveal her sweet little slit. I saw a tiny droplet of juice just below her clitoris and licked it off with my tongue."Put the drinks on the table mum," I whispered and lay down on my back, "and sit on my face."She smiled and stepped over me to put the drinks down giving me a wonderfully sexy view of her glistening slit above me."Anne might come back," she whispered as she placed a foot on either side of.