In principle, Garry liked the idea and we called up Jason to kick the idea around of just building a massive long extension off of the front of our 'A...frame', so that both buildings connected via our front wooden deck porch. We'd make half of the downstairs a working office space and command center for all 'upstairs' village issues that did not concern the actual Secret Garden itself. The other half was going to be a commercial style kitchen/canteen area. We couldn't pretend to seat three to. What did that mean?! Surely she hadn't found it arousing to see me smell her ass, did she?! Nahhh!There was a faint look of enjoyment that remained on her face during her entire second set, and it stayed there even after we moved on to the next station. I got the feeling that she enjoyed the attention I'd been giving her, and had even liked it when I'd smelt her ass. I found this hard to believe coming from as high-class of woman as her, but that was the only thing I could think of that could. Judging by that aroma, I wasn’t too shocked at the good news that it contained. No “Dear John” letter for me.Instead, I got this... Dear Master, So, I’m pregnant. Yep. It snuck up on me, in fact. I didn’t realize it for a good while, but evidently, I’m already four months along. That puts my conception at December, doesn’t it? Close to Christmas, of course. Which means that either you or Barry could be the Daddy. Kayla is also pregnant, but hers is more recent. Six weeks. That, of course,. I tried to explain that it was a favor for Ray. We had to watch what we said, because a few of my nieces and nephews still believed in Santa, and we didn’t want to ruin it for them. My sisters did say they were going to bring their kids by to see me at the mall. I showed up for Black Friday not knowing what to expect. All my security personnel would be working extra hours until after Christmas. They did laugh when they found out I was playing Santa for a few days. I have to admit that I wasn’t.