" The Colonel had issues similar to mine, only worse, perhaps. I could tell that he found my experience eye-opening. "What about household discipline?... The women are all experienced mothers. Myra -- the black woman -- is First Sergeant. She runs the household and keeps the children out of my hair -- all but this one, who has her own agenda. I'm learning to put up with them -- and the women are aware of my requirement for solitude and make certain that I get it. This one..." I looked down at. The light hit her skin and reflected from the stockings in a way that made me use every type of personal restraint possible to stop myself from jumping the desk and taking her.''The right bra can get you anything you want in life, but only if it's strapped around the right breasts, and on the body of the right mind. Choosing which bra to put on in the mornings isn't as easy as you might think, it has to reflect on the kind of day you want to have.'' she told me.She turned around and put her. She gulped wine, placed the glass next to the ashtray, and then swivelled her torso to face me.She sighed and looked at me with what I interpreted as pity.I ran my fingers over the embossed pattern on the beer can, swallowing down the anxiety."Carl," my aunt said, softly.I blinked but refused to look at her.She repeated my name, a hand on my knee forcing me to confront her."Yes?" I replied, the word a croak."Come on, Carl. I think you know what's wrong."I shook my head, wishing I was anywhere. I find you sexy and I want to enjoy that perfect young body", the man said. Carol was shocked at his bluntness, but a small part of her was excited. No one had ever told her she was sexy before. And, without even realizing it, she found herself looking forward to whatever he was going to do to her.***Chris...Chris Kringle loved eating. It was no secret to any of the girls who lived at the north pole with him. Yet he managed to stay shape, thanks to his magic. It was this same magic that created.