She had realized I did not expect such a turn of events, and leaned toward me, touching my hand and softly kissing my chick and the my neck. I was unr...sponsive to her touch, though she was soft and sweet.- "I guess you didn't know" she said.- "Clearly".- "But I think you are very attractive, and it seems you are attracted to me". She continued. "We could still have fun".I wondered if that was Ronnie's idea for surprise. If I were completely sober, I would have probably left. But as I looked at. When she spotted me she changed course and her smile seemed to light up the room. She was beautiful and the way she filled out that green wool dress would make any man's heart beat faster. She was probably in her early twenties, perhaps just out of college, about five seven, but much taller in heels."Hi Marine ... Nice to see you again so soon."She sat on the arm of my chair, the hem of the dress riding up. Things got more interesting when she crossed her legs and put her feet next to my thigh. On the top of the list reposed a voluptuous feminine stick figure. The length of this special list matched the impressive volume and length of the Elvish list and, perhaps, exceeded it.As one might imagine the special list consisted of Santa's favorites. Lovely females exceptionally naughty and sexy in the past year gained entry constantly. A few other weirdoes graced the list too. Santa had Elves with their awkward habits much less his reindeer. Who was he or them to snicker?The witching hour. Bless you.”I hung up and dialled James Abercromby. Not that I’d ever used his first name.“Hello? Trinity Reformed Church. May I help you?”“Mister Abercromby, this is Don Upthorpe.”“Mister Upthorpe! What can I do for you?”“My wife collapsed when I got home this afternoon and I had to call an ambulance.”“I’m sorry to hear that! I suppose they took her to Broomfield Hospital?”“I didn’t ask, but I expect so.”“Let me know when you have any news, and I will, of course, visit.”“Thank you. I’ll be in.