I won't believe it until I see proof that there is a Santa Claus!" With that he scurried over to the kitchen. Tiffany nodded her head. "It's just like...you to be so mean." She walked off leaving Dylan feeling bad and regretful. * * *"Do you want cereal? Or did you want me to heat you up some oatmeal?" Tiffany asked Bobby."I'd like oatmeal. It's cold in here."She smiled sweetly at her baby brother and began to heat up the oatmeal. She hoped he wouldn't be scared about the whole Santa Claus thing.. She thought to herself, 'Oh, my African man, you will see what this white woman is capable of. I will drain and empty your big black sacks, not missing even a drop of your precious juice. Come on, go ahead, keep shooting, my African stud. Just satiate me with your abundant and masculine semen. Go ahead my boy, let me see what you are capable of.' Finally, she felt his spurts diminish in strength and capacity. The last few shots of more watery semen dribbled into her mouth, and she swallowed. You’re John Doe an 18 year old high school student. You were a bit of a loner but had one close friend though that did not help with how poorly your high school life has been. You died on your walk home from school. As you walked along the side of the road a car lost control and ran right into you.” The orb explains a bit more about myself but mostly small stuff to help me as my memory comes back to me fully. I end up sitting down as I try to digest everything I was just told.The orb patiently. Mom's really confused these days.'"I'll bite. Why is that?' Anne asked.Jane giggled, "Mom knows that it's bad to be bare and virtual clothes are, well... But she can't say anything against them now, because of that feature about you in Vogue. I mean, if you've been in Vogue, you're all right, no matter what she thinks... Boy, Mary, your skin feels good. Never felt anything like it.'Anne asked, "How's the 'Battle of the Bra' going?'"Oh, you know... Mom wants me to wear one, now I'm getting.