"Then I asked:"How old are you?"She said:"I'll be seventeen today."I also asked:"What are you going to do on your birthday?"She said: "I'm gonna fuck ...wo guys, and maybe, a double penetration, tee-hee."I said:"Boy, you are such a cock whore, just like me."Just then, the doorbell rang. Debbie acting all surprised, I said:"I think that your party guests have arrived, go answer the door."When she answered the door, two Mexican boys showed up, one 16, and one 14, and they wasted no time getting. At this point, I am not sure why we took such an interest in the boy, but, somehow, we felt responsible for him. Anyway, we got in to see him by claiming to be cousins visiting from Upstate New York. Martha had that determined look, so everybody knew that she was not to be denied.Actually, all we knew of the boy at this point was his name, Jeremiah Houston. When he recovered enough to talk, the first thing he said was to call him Jerry, he hated the name Jeremiah.I said, "Jerry, can you tell us. Don't frown at me like that! You will earn what you earn, and you will be promoted. People who do well get promoted quickly now. I suspect that Phoebe is right, that we are in for a war that exceeds anything that humanity has experienced up to this point. The question will be this: Can we adapt and overcome so that we can win this?So you too feel the pressure of excellence? I didn't at first, but even from afar you inspired me. Okay, yes Marissa inspired me as well. She directed me to keep on. Nobody has ever made Mrs. Claus come. None of the elves have ever got the big bonus that she has promised them. Santa gives each of them a nice sized bonus each year, but Mrs. Claus offers five hundred additional dollars to the lucky elves that make her cum. This has never happened yet after all these years. Herbie one of Santa’s best elves had a little too much peppermint schnapps and was running his mouth telling one of the newer elves about what a slut Mrs. Claus was. He had no idea that.