Footsteps on gravel made their way closer, light poured in on her as the trunks hood bounced open. Soft fabric touched her arm and tugged her out and ...o her feet. Her eyes hurt from the sunlight, her legs unwilling to hold her weight she fell hard to her knees. The soft hands grabbed at her hair and pulled her to her feet, holding her in place she looked up at the face. The darkest eyes bore into her as she looked upon the face of Santa Claus. "It's your lucky day, you get to star in a movie. It's been eleven years since I saw her last. Thatwas when she told me she loved me but had to go away for a while. I wassix at the time. I remember that she was beautiful with bright blue eyesand long brown hair.I've been told about life outside of the Academy; that there are lots ofpeople and cities, wide open spaces, oceans, airplanes, and cars. Myclasses explain to me about the outside world but unless you actuallylive in it and see it, it's nothing but stories. Of course I have theAcademy. Soaking it in. Feeling my eyes move over her. From her eyes to her nose, cheeks, lips. The curve of her neck. Slope of her shoulders. Her chest. The tiny bit of cleavage just peeking out from her dress. Again, she blushes. Back to sipping wine. We lock eyes across the table. Everything around them fades away. They are in a universe all our own. Lost in the depths of each other’s eyes. She can feel my desire, I hers. But it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled. With a sense of longing to. Of course, it didn’t seem to him like Greg was making much progress in talking with his daughter. Until he did figure out what to do, he’d take Greg’s advice and just listen to them.A tired Lisa sat in her bedroom thinking about the previous evening. She hadn’t gotten much sleep. Most of the night had been spent thinking about the bulge she had felt in Harry’s crotch. If she had needed any proof that he desired her as a woman, then that proof had been amply given. She knew that Harry wanted her.