. , she just couldn't face..." the memory was obviously still painful and she paused again before going on, " ... I had to save her." When Autumn died..." Jamie said. "That's where it happened, Jimmy. She couldn't bear the truth of what had happened to Autumn or the reality that it could happen to her. She knew the truth; that her parents had sold her sister into slavery – or let Hightower do it – and she hated them for it. Her hatred of them kept her from being able to be the submissive little. What did I want to accomplish in my life? What goals should I set for myself? What did I really want my life to be like? That was very heavy stuff, for a fifteen year old, to contemplate, right?Well, I wanted to be able to relax and enjoy our vacation in Florida. I wanted my relationship with my mother to continue, I wanted my sisters to love me and help us work out the things we need to see about changing, or maybe that is things that don't need to change. There's an awful lot of ill will in. Pam was wearing the sexy thin blue bikini that allowed her perky nipples to poke out clearly whenever they got hard. She'd been lying there for several minutes, when Pam sat up, reached behind her back and unfastened her top and then shrugged it off, totally uncovering her sexy full lactating breasts and semi-aroused nipples. Pam had given birth to her first baby just a few months earlier and she planned to nurse her little boy for quite awhile. Pam began thinking about the sexy "party" she had. He was about 5'9. He was dressed exactly like Santa Claus, but his beard seemed real. He was old, definitely between 60 and 70. He smiled at me and put his index finger to his lips and said "Shhh..." "Who are you? I'm going to call 9-1-1" I told him in a whisper. I couldn't figure out why I was whispering, I should be shouting trying to wake up my parents. "Well Jenna, I'm Santa Claus. I know you've been a good girl and that your parents can't afford to give you much this year. I wanted to.