For Christmas, I’m asking for bookshelves. (Joke.)So I’m looking at my Dalek. I’m caressing my Dalek. I’m stroking his eyestalk and wagglin... his ... they’re not arms, are they? One is a long stick that looks a bit like a toilet plunger, and the other is a death dealing ray gun. And if undo this clasp and lift up his top section, I can climb inside, then lose the lid and hey, now I’m a Dalek as well! I fiddled with the controls, with Michael sitting on the bed watching and laughing. He. The kids were tired but drank their hot chocolate and ate a couple of the cookies. Marjorie made them go to the bathroom and then had them lay on the rug in the living room wrapped in some blankets. It didn’t take them long to go to sleep.Marjorie called the kid’s parents and told them what had happened. Their mother asked to talk to me. Betty Sue had been my neighbor for about six years but we were not all that close. She checked with me to make sure that everything was okay and that I really. We broke with her laughing and she pushed her shorts and panties to the ground and followed me, again. The dogs had long since become trained to behave, even when they could pick up the scent of a needy female and I was sure my dripping pussy was giving off that scent. But, I was also sure there were two other pussies were giving off scent, too. I released the dogs who calmly milled around the three females without the frantic attack they would have before.I turned to Deborah, “Will you help. He had no friends and the only person who seemedto love him was his mother. She was terribly concerned at his lack of growthand wanted him to see a doctor about it. Dennis knew that he would go tothe doctor eventually, even if he hated the idea, but he also knew that itwouldn't be right away. They were not terribly well off and a visit to thedoctor would probably require his mother to ask her sister Rachel for money,and his mother hated that. Aunt Rachel wasvery rich. She had made her money.