Don’t worry about stuff like that. Let’s get the girls and go talk to your parents.”We walked back to the table where the girls were and then th... four of us got in the car and went to the Krajicks’. Ed told his parents about the job offer and I confirmed that I had worked there and that I thought it would be good for Ed. It took a bit of convincing, but eventually his parents agreed to sign the papers for the work permit because he was only going to be 15 when he started working.Stephanie and I. Not so anymore. She sighed, threw back her head and increased her pace. God, he feels good.She’d only thought about money when agreeing for him to move into the flat. Cass was right: rent split three ways was better all around and the flat was plenty big enough. She thought he’d stay in the background, keep himself to himself as he’d always done, and socialise with Cass, not her. And he worked long hours so wouldn’t interrupt her friendship with Cass. But the boy she’d last seen before. She wasn’t about to shoot Santa Claus. The man turned and saw her standing in the doorway. “I hope you don’t plan on shooting me.” Victoria blushed as she set the gun on the nearby table. “I thought you were a thief.” “I’m delivering, not taking.” “So I see.” The man was indeed dressed as Santa Claus. Red suit, white fur trim, full white beard, black boots, brown leather gloves, every image of Santa Claus was now standing before her. “Are you having trouble believing your eyes, Victoria?”. "Hey baby," I say, as I wrap my arm around your waist and pull you to me. "Hey yourself, handsome." Your eyes twinkle, and I can tell that you are pleased by what you see as well. Your slender arms wrap around my neck, and you tilt your head to the side as my lips close over yours. Our tongues dance playfully, and teeth gently nibble and tease lips which have waited far too long to touch. You moan softly into my mouth, and I know it is but the first of many I hope to hear this evening. But it's.