The manager brought it himself, solicitous in the extreme after her earlier help.“Thank you.” she accepted the drink, and sat back to sip it. “A... ... that’s nice.”“Glenmorangie distillery is in Tain, in Ross-shire, in the Highlands of Scotland, Mrs Robertson,” te Manager informed her.“Yes, I know. I visited it with my parents some years back. A lovely and ancient town, not much more than a large village, perched by the North Sea. It was a historical burgh for many centuries, and supposedly. I guess I always knew I may have todeal with boys but deep down I never really thought another boy besidesJason would be interested in me that way. I had a hunch I was about to beproven wrong and I wasn't all that sure about how I felt. In a way it wasnice to have a guy think I was cute and all, but I wasn't all thatexcited about dating and the possible consequences of that action.Mom was waiting for us by the front door with a look of anticipationetched on her face as we entered my house."So. ” A whimper stole her words for a moment. When she finished, her words steadily increased in volume and pitch from the imminent release creeping up on her. “Come so hard.” “Do it,” Jason grunted, his hand now moving just as fast as it had in the video the night before. Amy reached the point of no-return and perched there, held on the razor’s edge of beautiful agony. “Gonna come,” she blurted out, and then her mouth opened wide, her jaw trembling. She screamed as her orgasm claimed her, her eyes. I didn’t make any cookies either. Later on, I decided that’s probably what pissed Santa off the most. He loved my cookies! When I woke up Christmas morning, I had a shock in store. There was a lump of coal sitting on the floor where my tree had been. Just sitting there, mocking me. I knew, right then, right there, that my sister was a liar. But it was too late. I’d rejected Santa! I was naughty! That was pretty much the worst day of my life. I fell into such a deep funk over the next few.