‘That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.’ She kissed the back of my neck. ‘Is it so hard to say, Monk? Here, I’ll start. I –...�� She didn’t finish. I spun in her arms, slapping one hand over her mouth before she could finish. ‘No.’ It was a whisper, a breath. ‘Not yet….I’m not ready for this, Nat. Please.’ Natalie pulled her head away with a hard shake. ‘When will you be ready, Monk? For the love of God, you need to know why, and then you need more time — can’t you just fucking accept?. Colin could swear it waslaughing.Nick rolled to his feet and glared at the reindeer. "Laugh now. But jus'wait'll Christmas eve. I swear I'm gonna steer that sleigh through everysnow storm on da radar."Dasher lowered his head and nuzzled Nick gently."Too late f'r dat suckin' up crap." Nick turned to look at Paulie andVinnie. "An' dat goes f'r youse two jokers too. Wait'll dat bag needsre-packin' f'r da tenth time, youse gonna laugh den." Oh can it Kringle," Vinnie said from under his cap. "Or. What were they, can you recall?” I inhaled deeply as I recited, “Obedience and obscurity.” “That is correct. The time has come for you to learn the third, and possibly most important, thing. Emancipation.” I was busy wondering what the American Civil War had to do with me when she continued. “To free from restraint, bondage or oppression. To liberate.” My heart began to thud heavily and I felt my inner muscles contract. Ever since she’d tied me to my desk chair I’d been secretly hoping she. She was enjoying the added fillip of the hair on his stomach and chest, rubbing the smooth skin of HER tummy and breasts. THANK GOD, FOR HAIRY MEN!!! she thought. They make us girls feel so good!!! She had NEVER understood, why some girls demanded their lovers to "manscape" themselves. Body hair was what made a man masculine. Modern "women" were NEVER satisfied, it seemed. Just like the "toxic masculinity." Men were men, and women were women. They should meet in love, and adoration. NOT try to.