The shelter would undoubtedly be filled to capacity, and then some. It was, after all, the busiest week of the year. On Christmas Eve and Christmas Da..., many of the city’s civic organizations served the homeless, but the following week such charity fell away like discarded ribbon and wrapping paper. Having salved its collective conscience for another year, the haves returned to their comfortable lives. The have-nots were nowhere near as fortunate. Intensely aware of the trend, the struggling. "I said, "I was just having a little fun and making the ride more enjoyable. And, he didn't see everything, you still have your top on."She said, "We don't even know this man."I said, "That is what makes it so exciting, and since we will never see him again, and he obviously enjoyed it, because you are one sexy woman, what is the harm?"She just stared at me, but I could tell that she was getting interested and was flattered by the look she got from the truck driver.I said, "Look, let me pull. Oh, and be sure to tell John that I said hello, okay?’ ‘I sure will, sweetheart,’ Mom smiled, ‘He’ll be tickled to hear it. Bye sweetie, I love you.’ ‘I love you, too, Mom,’ I replied and then hung up. ~~~~~~ As I drove home a couple of days later, I smiled at remembering the Christmas Party I threw for my guys at work the night before. They were all given five-figure bonuses for all the hard work they had put in that year. I was very proud of my guys and they me. That’s probably why we all. "Beautiful women?" Maybe," she said. Pine needles crunched underfoot as they walked deeper into the forest, and then they came to the Treefort. Jack looked up. The cards had glowed true once more, for there was the Treefort, waiting for them. Annie eagerly climbed the rope ladder. Jack followed.There on the floor of the treefort was a sheet of parchment, folded elegantly to form its own envelope, just like last time. Annie reached and opened it. She read it aloud.Dear Jack and Annie,This.