There was no North Pole. He really had landed bad, and he really had struck his head hard enough to have hallucinations. Bumps or no bumps, it had bee... hallucinations. It had to have been.Except there was his letter of commendation.The one from the North Pole.In the end, Bob ended up being treated for PTSD, because those were the symptoms he exhibited.It wasn't the same as it had been before that Christmas Eve."Of course!" you might say, considering all that had happened to the young man.But. Without any discussion, Ann was assuming he would dress like a girl for dinner. The thought panicked him, because it thrilled him. He quickly washed, dressed, and trotted downstairs.Ann made no comment on his appearance, except to ask him to pull the blouse from out of his shorts, explaining that it was supposed to be loose on him and thereby emphasize his slimness. She served their meal, and they ate and discussed the day's project. When they were finished with the meal, Ann offered to comb. “Did my word no longer carry meaning that it can be argued for the sake of heathens and heretics?”“No ... no, Your Young Eminence, I did not mean to insult”. Sister Iaura hurriedly said. She could not bear disrespecting His Young Eminence when he was so good to her from the moment they met, even if she paid him all too much back when she saved his life by applying the potion His Holiness personally granted her.“Good Sister Iaura, forget it, how can I ever be angry at you?” His Young Eminence’s. Grierson said they were warming up for the games to come and then apologized for her mom’s extraordinary behavior. She continued with almost normal conversation while Jilli finally managed to pee and was standing pulling up her knickers when Gene climaxed and within seconds Grierson swept into hers, having been fingering herself into a frenzy. ‘Have fun,’ Jilli said weakly, unlocking the door and slipping out, relieved to find no line of people waiting. She ate with Joe and a nondescript lean.