Beyond the northern mountains lay the Black Swamp of Misery, which was in reality a large marshland that fed into the Rika Chorna River. Either the mo...ntains or the swamp would have been good places to hide, had Danka been a fugitive. However, she considered herself a traveler, not a fugitive, and had no desire to spend her remaining time in the Realm of the Living in a squalid cabin with an illiterate serving-girl in a lonely, isolated settlement. The only hope for either the woman or the girl. Christmas day dawned clear skies and bitterly cold, the thermometer was showing it to be 31°F, That’s bitterly cold for Georgia.The only white Christmas I knew starred Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye.I was up really early, not because I was excited, although I did love Christmas, no I had a task to do which would make it a really good Christmas for someone else.Dad and I were outside in the brisk wind, we were dropping the Truck round to the Burns’ house, hopefully before anyone there was up. It was. Sharon kept her back to him as she bent to wash her legs which she did languorously. Then she stood upright, splayed her legs and washed her pussy, gently stroking the outer lips, circling her clit and then plunging two fingers into her vulva. Her other hand began to vigorously wash her clit. She came quickly with a sigh and immediately turned the shower on to rinse herself.Richard was there with a towel when she stepped out and started to pat her dry."You're a witch," he said."What do you. We had a cold beer and snaps with the sandwiches, and while we were eating Henny flashed me a glimpse of her stocking clad thighs. I felt sure that she did this on purpose. When she got up from her chair to put away the plates, she flashed me very openly once more, and I thought it was time to comment on it."I may be stepping out of line, but I simply have to tell you how lovely it is to see a woman wear stockings. It is one of my favourites." It's always OK to pay a compliment to a woman..