Betty decided to have a bit of tortuous fun with her young friend"You don't mean Hotdog, do you?" She teased.Cricket blushed profusely at Betty's obvi...us accusation. Yet she knew that she couldn't deny it without showing it on her face."Shhhhh!" She urged Betty. "The others might hear." You mean you've done something with Hotdog," Betty fought to keep a straight, shocked face. "Really? Like what?"She was trying to goad the young girl to confess to her just what she and Hotdog had done so far.. Victoria knew they would open presents in the morning, hopefully Skype with Richard, her husband, before driving to her mother's house for dinner.Victoria remembered the first time she and Richard took the twins to see Santa, and how tiny they were in his huge arms. Neither one really reacted or knew what was going on. The sound of a screaming child snapped her back from memories. It seemed this little one didn't like the bearded man in the velvet red suit with white fur trim, and was screaming. We then worked a couple of days to come up with the perfect hologram for Library. She was there in the flesh from then on.I struggled for a while with how to refer to the two time periods. Of course, present was present and the past was the past, but I couldn't differentiate my membership in either one. And I didn't want to. I was proud to be a representative of the 20th and 21st centuries even though they had some crazy beliefs. And just as proud to be a member of mankind's struggle to. “No,” she whispered.“Good,” he said.“Oh Bobby,” she moaned.“It’s all right; I’m just going to look. That’s all.”“Ohhhhhh,” she whined.She wiggled, as his hands stroked the tops of her thighs and her mouth fell, to hang open as all of her thighs were slowly uncovered. He took his hands off her skin, to lift the skirt, bunching it up around her waist, and uncovering her dark pubic hair.“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispered.“It’s just looking,” he said, sliding his hands back down her.