I heard his bare feet shuffle down the hall back to his bedroom. The holidays are always the worst. Mom was the one who brought the Christmas spirit i...to the house. She'd bake sugar cookies and allow me to decorate them with red and green sprinkles. I can remember making such a mess in the kitchen as I embellished each cookie. She would ooh and aww over each one never complaining of the work she'd have to do cleaning up.I can still remember how each year we would all pile into the car and drive. "And just what in hellfire are you doing here, Norlan?"Norlan sat in an overstuffed chair across the small, round chamber that was often used as a lounge for waiting dignitaries. He seemed to ignore Mandas' question as he rang a small bell perched atop one of the hand-rests. A servant entered, carrying a gleaming gold platter with several crystal goblets filled with pale red wine.Mandas' jaw tightened as Norlan plucked a goblet from the tray. The servant turned to him, but he shook his head.. "Yes mom." Do we need to talk?" No ma'am. But any time you want advice, just let me know." The look on her face was priceless but he was slipping into his old ways. He smiled. "Is Mr. Lawton good to you? Does he make you feel special?" Yes." Aside from being embarrassed, are you happy this morning?" Yes." I love you, mom. We don't have anything we need to talk about. Your happiness is all that matters."Paul wouldn't say anything to Ann about this, at least not now. This wasn't for mass. Your eyes follow me as I come over to you, questioning, but you won't say it aloud in hopes that I may be offering something to satisfy the growing bulge in your pants. I want to reach out and touch you, wrap my hand around you, but I don't want to scare you away with my over eagerness to pleasure you . . .even if that's secretly what you want. Silly boy, if I just had one more night with you, I would love nothing more than to make you be honest with me and share your darkest fantasies . . . to.