“That’s fine with me; the more the merrier. It’s your decision anyway,” he said.I hadn’t even gotten an invitation for New Year’s. I think...that they were getting the message. Not sure how I felt about that, but it was what I wanted, that is to not be some kind of human ornament for each and every holiday. Well, that’s the way I saw things as developing, and I didn’t much like it.I did have questions though. I knew from talking with Stacey on the phone, on Christmas Day, night actually, that for. "She sipped her drink before turning to face me again. Her perfume assailed my nostrils, and my breath shuddered in my throat as the tip of her tongue ran slowly along her upper lip. God, she was gorgeous."On holiday?" she asked, her eyes wandered over my face.In a stammering voice, I told her of the student assignment I was following. She looked genuinely interested, "You're still studying? You look too old for that."She was just being kind, but I felt compelled to tell her that I was only. " Yes, but I was only paid in tips. And in a town like Chrystal Heights, a quick blow job under the table doesn't get you very much since there are plenty of Hanover Honies wandering around giving it away for free while they serve their own sentences."Working for tips in a Chrystal Heights coffee house, you seriously have to earn your money. It was one thing to swing on over to a customer, give them a bubbly 'Hiya Cutie' and making sure they got a face full of tits as you poured their coffee.. "That will do," I said sharply, in command tones I'd first heard from the man who was now my mother's husband. Sargent Rollins would have been proud of me, I thought, as the uniformed thugs snapped reflexively to attention at my tone. When they saw who had pulled their chains, they started to get angry. The idiot-in-charge started to curse at me, but I pushed past him roughly and walked up to the portable scanning station they'd set up to use in their search.I pressed my hand against the.