Then the tone of her voice softened and became almost sultry. "What makes you think you can play Santa?" she asked as she glanced over her shoulder at...him.Before he had time to answer, Marla turned to face him and continued, "Nick, would you prefer to be a mall Santa and spend every weekend till Christmas dealing with shit loads of scared, crying little kids and putting up with an endless line of psychotic, never satisfied mommies? Orrr..." her voice lingered."Or what?" "Well, Nick, we serve,. "Hi there, I'm Deputy Melissa Osborn. Dispatch said to report to you," she said."Yes you and I are going on a little road trip," I said. "I'm going to Dobson and I need a ride. So you get to be my driver." Of course Ma'am," she said."Have you had lunch yet Osborn?" I asked."No Ma'am," she said."Are you a health food nut or have any special requirements in your diet?" I asked."Well I try to eat healthy," she said."Okay it's the salad bar at the steakhouse on the way to Dobson," I said."That. I didn't mean to, honest to God. I just wish I could make you understand. I'm not planning on leaving you. Please don't think that. In every other way you do it and you do it right for me. It's just that..." she ran out of words."Like what, Leslie? Does he have a bigger dick? What?" I said. I was still so calm. She was actually becoming frightened. "You were planning on staying married to me, just so long as I didn't get too upset over you fucking my best friend? Is that about it?" I said."It's. Wir gingen ca. 500m die Straße entlang und bogen dann in einen kleinen Hinterhof ein. Am anderen Ende führte ein schmaler Weg zum einem kleinen Backsteinhaus.Vor diesem war ein wunderschöner exotischer Garten angepflanzt. Direkt am Haus standen 2 Tische mit Bänken für ca. 10 Personen auf denen schöne bestickte Sitzkissen verteilt waren.Ich setzte mich an einen der beiden Tische und bekam auch umgehend ein lokales Bierchen von den beiden gebrachte.Die beiden gesellten sich zu mir und fingen an.