.." he was seriously scarng me now and my emotions weren't afraid to show.He then gave up and just blurted out "ILIKEYOUJOEMORETHANABESTFRIENDFRIENDbr...therMORETHANANYTHING" he was out of breath with saying it so quick and I looked at him with the most confused face I could ever make he the sighed and decided to let me understand him " I like you Joe More than a friend" he looked down I was speechless and my eyes widend so that why he was acting strange I just looked at how upset he was then my. I had applied for store Santa way back filled in a criminal search form and sent it off, really forgetting about it. I had a letter stating I had got the christmas job as store santa in a very posh department store in the city, I was very pleased as it was the oppertunity I needed.I went for some trainning usua; stuff ho ho ho and had you been a good c***d all that crap and the suit, I had a run as it some shop girls offered to be thr k**s, I sat in my grotto as the first girl came in she sat. ”I looked over at the man. He was looking over at Tatyana and blushing slightly. “Vernon?”He turned to me, but looked at the floor between us rather than looking me in the eye. “I went home after the party you threw yesterday and...” He took a deep breath. “I stopped to look at my reflection in the walls and did not like what I saw.”“Why?” I asked.“I know I was a bit dismissive about concubines when I talked to you. It hit me when I was walking back to my home. I was thinking about performing a. Every compliment I am given on being a wife and mother is received with a blush, downcast eyes, and a sweet thank you. Afterward I always say something along the lines of, ‘I couldn’t do anything without his help.’ or ‘It’s worth it because he is so good to me.’ No one would ever hear a negative word about him from my lips. Inside, I am bitter. Every ‘thank you’ I receive hits me in the chest like a sledgehammer. Every time someone tells me I am brave or strong I want to vomit on my shoes. I.