His eyebrows had arched. 'Okay, no problem.' He brushed the long blond hairs which tended to fall across her face out of her eyes with a gentle finger... 'You're sure it's nothing I can help with?'She frowned. 'I don't know. You're a man, and it's a man — well, Ronnie Sewell — I've been with.'Don's eyes widened. 'Been with? With Ronnie Sewell? You've been with him?'She smiled and giggled. 'Not like that!' she said. 'We haven't had sex or anything.'Don blew out his cheeks, relieved. 'Well, I'm. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done, you will be with Martha again.’ The stranger moved toward the door. ‘If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned.’ George watched as the man in the old leather jacket walked out the door. A golden light seemed to fill the room. ‘You see, George … it’s My birthday. Merry Christmas.’ George fell to his knees and replied, ‘Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus.’ Les. She approached him, swaying her hips, and smiling seductively. When she reached the bed, she crawled up his body, her eyes never leaving his face. Her gorgeous full breasts brushed against his erection. She settled herself above him, bare pussy poised, his large (bigger than it was in real life, certainly) penis in perfect position to impale her. She ran her hands up his chest, teasing his chest hair, until her hands cupped his face. Then she kissed him, shoving her tongue forcefully into his. Fifteen minutes later, Kacey rolled to face him and buried her face in his shoulder, still crying. “I’m sorry.”“What’s wrong, honey? What did I do?”It took another ten minutes before she answered, “It’s not you, it’s me.”“What’s wrong?”Kacey swallowed and said, “It’s what you said about being a beauty queen.” Mike nodded but otherwise stayed silent. “I used to be one.”“Talk to me.”Kacey nodded and sat upright. She picked up Mike’s shirt and pulled it on, and then pulled a couple of Cokes out of.