You had just arrived home from playing with your friends on the street. Your family home wasn't that big, just a standard small house in a small town,...a barn to the side and a small farm at the back. As you entered a faint beam of sunlight shone through a small creak in the roof, seems one of the planks had a small gap. An odd smell filled your nose, a mixture of soup and metal, that of blood. You knew it was blood since your father had trained you in the way of the bow from a young age, and. I had to look. My eyes just went there. Maybe itwas the way he was sitting. Or the tightness of his bright red suit.His legs were spread. As obvious as daylight, there on the inside ofhis left thigh was a bulge.A significant sized bulge.A long bulge.A really long and thick bulge.Santa's mirth never stopped. His eyes twinkled more and more. Helooked like the cat that ate the canary. Happy was a weak word todescribe his face, but it's the best I could come up with.He was very. Dan recognized it as a 1968 Ford Galaxy 500 convertible. It was a beautiful blue teal colour with a white top and blue interior. We all got on the front seat with Dan sitting in the middle.”“It was crowded because her car didn’t have bucket seats but we enjoyed the closeness and Dan put an arm around our shoulders. I loved the closeness cuddled against Dan and the warm evening would make for a nice drive with the top down.”“If it would give you more room, you both could get in the back seat,”. "Erika, what you need to understand is that you have only one choice: accept what is happening to you. Because I'm not stopping, you're not escaping and there's no one looking for you," she started crying louder and louder, so I approached her and said really slowly, "If you don't stop crying while I'm talking I'm going to hurt you."She didn't stop, so I slapped her exposed inner tight really hard. The sound echoed through the basement. She screamed then stopped to listen to me."I’m aiming the.