But in my mind there is hardly the Christmas spirit. I do not feel moved by the birth of Christ, the Savior Son, seperated as we were at birth by seve...al thousand years. Even Santa whom I love for his white beard, big belly, and ‘ho! ho! ho!’ the spitting image of God, seems like a figment of my imagination. Ian has left me an invitation, anyway. A chance to go to Christmas Mass, sing in praise of everything I cannot put real words to and oh! I love it so! I love him, I really do, but I wish. Maybe your allies? Butwill they be in time for your benefit. You know about the time limit?" So it's a game to you? And you still intend to play it out to the end,despite knowing you are now hunted." That does not matter. Only the game matters for the two of us. And fora game to be enjoyed, its rules must be followed. Why else set up theboard if not for enjoyment." Eric said with a smile.And like the one captured at the Melon Ball, the smile held no rancor.In fact it held no depth of feeling,. Ryan slightly closed her fingers dragging her hand upward, middle two fingers sliding into her folds, spreading her wetness upward, rubbing against her hard awaiting throbbing clit.Dee shuddered as Ryan kissed her open mouth stifling a moan, smothering her passion with her mouth. She held her head in her hands pulling Ryan to her, kissing her back deeply, wanting her right then. Her hand slipped into the loose folds of her robe, searching, wanting to feel her wetness, wanting to feel the power. The two of them spent a few minutes talking me up like I should be on the cover of Sports Illustrated while I told them to fuck off. I tried not to think about what Wes had said, about how I was beautiful and had just convinced myself otherwise.Why didn’t anyone understand?“We’re never going to find parking,” Addie muttered. The drive-thru line had wrapped right out into the street and the lot was full. It wasn’t really surprising. In N Outs were this busy at all hours, day and night. Best.