No reality of day to interfere with what is right or wrong, sane or insane, lust or love. It makes no difference. It follows a radar of its own primal... intense, and without restraint. That’s what drove him to stop by Kelsey’s place at one in the morning. He had thought about her for too long, wanted her for too long, held back by commitments that were not spoken but still there gnawing at him. Although not happy, he was doing what was right not to hurt someone who had continuously hurt him. "Cap'n Tredennack shall be down presently, young Caspar. He's a good man. You've fallen on your feet and no mistake, getting' picked up by the old Sally Mundy. This way." He led her down a narrow passageway lit by a swaying lantern. Catherine was having another problem. Her breeches, a reasonable fit for the plump kitchen maid, were loose on her lithe hips. More worrying, they had filled with sea water while she was swinging around on the ladder, and the load of water was dragging them down.. I heard a wolf whistle come from the open window, and I looked up to see my new neighbor leering at me from his bedroom window across from mine. I had gotten so used to not having neighbors that I didn't even close the blind while I changed. Completely embarrassed I rushed over and closed the blind before I realized I gave him an even better look when I went to the window.The following day as I walked home from the bus stop I noticed my neighbor sitting on his front deck drinking beer. "Hi. Pottering around the garden, and taking my loving wife out when ever she wanted to.Then around the end of November, Mary, my wife, spotted an advert in the local paper, apparently the local shopping mall was looking for someone to play Santa this year in their grotto, and casually suggested i might be good at that.Well, as i didn't really have anything else to do, and i had begun to get a little portly and grey in the hair, i thought why not, and the next applied for it.To my amazement i got it.