A whore of the cheapest kind. She even considers screwing Crawford as being a whore, because she was doing it just to have someone in her life. Just f...r companionship. She was so lonely and depressed that she decided to screw him just to keep him around."Now, she's lost the job at the car lot. She's become so depressed that even asking me to help her find a job has made her feel useless because she thinks she couldn't find one on her own. She doesn't have much in the way of clothing, and is. A waitress set down a new round of beers.It was all Ted could do to keep from snorting out his beer. "Oh Charlie,you're so forgetful. Hey, are you wearing an earring?" Oh, yeah. I got it at a pushcart, it had curios and trinkets andeverything. Felt a bit mystical."Ted reached out to give the ring a little rub and feel. It was nearlyhidden behind Charlie's mop of curly black hair. "Huh, it does look a bitmystical."Henry shook his head in disbelief, "It looks a bit girly. God, Charlie,aren't you. At first, he thought it to be one of the dogs who had wandered in to get warmth by the sizzling fire. A quick glance around the corner of the high back confirmed to him that it was a semi-nude couple copulating like animals on the sofa right in front of the fireplace. The golden shadows of the flames outlined the unmistakable features of the younger Carstairs in the throes of a deeply felt ejaculation into the tightly clenched nether hole of the pretty serving girl whom he had thought too young. ***** Act Two, Scene Three. Back at the sleigh. The twinkling lights are stationary, indicating that the sleigh is not moving. Dancer, Prancer, Dasher, Comet, Vixen, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen are tethered in front of the sleigh, their nosebags still smoking slightly. The various Under Four Foot High members of the cast enter variously Stage Left, Right and Rear, chattering excitedly as they greet each other with much back-slapping and high-fives. They climb aboard the rear of the sleigh..