She laughs at herself thinking, ‘Well, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. I guess my underwear is staying… wherever they are.’ ‘I wonder w...at will happen tonight. I just hope to remember it this time.’ She laughs as she walks toward the bathroom to shower. She then notices that she doesn’t have a clean towel. She proceeds to the phone calls to the front desk. She is delighted to hear the same voice she remembers from checking in the day before. He is young man by the name of Steve, though. But hell I know Pepper to damn well to know it was more than just a polite "sniff" given especially since she didn't wear panties hardly at all! I saw her dark blonde hairy bush more times than one in those loose legged shorts! And told her as we were alone I didn't mind that one bit, But around my husband when he was home oh hell no!!!!! But a few days later after my husband had gone to work and I had set about cleaning the house, doing laundry, and such things that I noticed. The third applicant I interviewed was a man named Albie. For some or other reason I took a liking to him. Albie was a big guy, stood six-foot-two-inches tall and was over sixty years old. Albie had puppy dog eyes that told me that he really needed the work. Something just seemed right about him and I unhesitatingly gave him the job.Although Albie did not have the huge gut required for the part of Santa, once we got him dressed up and padded, he was a perfect Father Christmas. Ironically his. That is for him to decide. I can only tell you the path, not how far he will travel upon it." Is there anything you can do to help him?" If I interfere, the path is broken."He paused. "So we can only wait to hear what happens?" Do not worry. He has been given the tools he needs by his guardians. He should succeed." So you believe he will be able to kill this angel and demon?"Lady Zamora watched the glowing hypersigil on her table. "Either way, if he kills one or one kills him, the path is.