Mommy and Daddy are mad. I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas, 'Cause I ain't been nuttin' but bad. So you better be good, whatever you do. '...ause if you're bad I'm a-warning you. You'll get nuttin' for Christmas.At the end of the song, everyone applauded, and Jeff kept makingexaggerated bows. Finally, he gestured to Betty, who stood and shylybowed, her face turning red.Jeff finally raised his hand, and the applause quieted down. "Back tothe presents. So who's next? Oh, Uncle. ”She nodded and did exactly that, while I started putting together my first fajita. I had long since become a pro at putting them together, and in just over a minute I was taking my first bite. Elisa had come with my drink and gone with that time, and Tessa had finished trying everything by the time I finished my first one.“I like it all,” she said as I reached for my second tortilla shell.“Alright, I like to spread out any of the things that can be spread out on the bottom, and then place. I step immediately back, mindless apologies rolling off my lips, and try to find somewhere else to look, something else to see. There is nothing else, and my mind reels, displaying details missed in first assessment. A steel nipple ring throwing light from her left breast. One small birthmark high on her right thigh which somehow still doesn’t classify as a blemish. Her neat shave, a day’s stubble beginning to show. God, stop, it’s too much… ‘It’s alright, you know.’ ‘Wha–‘ ‘I promise.’ She. I took a few steps forward, then felt something solid strike both my butt cheeks. A burning sensation rose up through me, I screamed behind the gag stopping dead, doubled over.?Look at her bending over, she must want another one.?I tried to quickly stand but again the solid object cracked down on my burning cheeks. I staggered forward, tears filling my eyes.?Keep moving forward slut or there will be more.?I cringed at the word slut. Was that what they thought of me. Strangely being called a.