As his tongue probed my mouth, I felt my panties become even wetter. Our tongues circled each other as when continued to kiss. Oh, I could have kis...ed him for hours! The more we kissed the more light headed I became. I hardly noticed that Oscar had guided me next to him on the blanket. We were lying so close and I could smell his manliness with each breath I took. He held my close as we continued to kiss. My hands crept under his shirt and massaged his back. I grabbed the hem of his. He even smoked from a little pipe, just like in that poem about him. I became convinced that he was the actual, real Santa. Why was he homeless? Well, it was spring, I reasoned. The elves were making toys, and Santa was taking a break. It made sense to me at the time, but that just tells you how discombobulated I was back then. I struck up a conversation with him, and of course he denied being Santa. But that’s just what the real Santa would do. He was stinky and hungry, so I invited him over. I nodded and pointed down the hall. Captain Oliver stayed next to me as we moved slowly and surprisingly quietly down the hall until I pointed at a door and nodded.Captain Oliver pulled me back towards the elevator and then called someone with his cell phone. “We have a civilian witness who pointed out the apartment the sniper is in. It’s apartment 517,” he informed them.“Thanks,” he said several seconds later. “We got the warrant,” he said quietly to me as he motioned to the officers waiting. ‘Come on Nicky, it’s time to go. Remember you still have that birthday party planned.’ My mother called out without looking up, finally doing so when Theo spoke. ‘You should have said it was your birthday, I could have brought you a drink my love. Thank you for coming to see me, how old are you?’ Kissing me on the cheek as he spoke, Theo smiled and led me towards the door and my mother who greeted Theo warmly. ‘I’m eighteen today, and I wouldn’t have missed tonight for the world. Thank you for.