As sad as one of those pity-paintings of the orphans with big dark eyes, the ones that make you go AWW . . and want to take them in, and give them coo...ies and milk and a good home? You know the ones I mean. “Have you seen my kitty, Fluffer-Nutter? She's missing and I'm afraid she's hurt or something! I looked all around the block and can't find her. She's been gone all night! Have you seen her?” I knew Fluffer-Nutter, well named for a long-hair white Persian with a quirky personality and. She did all the things that parents dreaded, including dropping out of high school, drinking and d**gs, disrespecting authority and eventually getting pregnant. I grew close to her mom, and I tried to be a role model for her daughter, but all I got in return was nastiness and contempt.After the girl's own daughter was born, she managed to shirk most of her motherly responsibilities, staying out all hours of the night doing whatever, and then just crashing out all day. She knew that Bea would. Santa was watching her from his workshop in the north pole, he noticed that her older brother had returned and was watching her do a strip tease from her door which was ajar. Santa smiled when he saw the effect she was having on her brother. Santa decided to break his own rules and sent Christine a text.'Babe you struggling to take the striptease pictures. Look to your door for help and don't forget to reward him with oral at least. Santa xxx' he sent. She looked at her phone and had to read. A few days later, while she was lying on the sofa, her dress bunched up around her hips as she felt herself through her panties, she began to connect all of these confessions into one common chain, or story. Now Kathy was by no means innocent, no more that any other 26 yr. old woman. But lying on that sofa that day things that up to then had caused her to snicker, started to...well...started to make more and more sense. Over the next couple of.