The twin thing ran in the Grainger family although Mum hadn’t produced twins and Aunt Susan had never had children. Uncle Arthur had invited the who...e family but, Lauren and Lucinda had already arranged to spend the night with their own friends in London clubbing and then seeing the New Year in at Trafalgar Square with a group of friends from their boarding school, Emma was partying and then sleeping over with a friend from her school days who now lived in Winchester, so Maggie was going to. ”“Dreams involve what is important to the dream. Is your room not there, either?”“I guess. The men aren’t standing on the dresser or anything.”“And you share the men’s disapproval? I’m guessing from the way you expressed that you didn’t masturbate.”“I’m a good girl. I’m not crazy for all I’m seeing you.”“You’re not crazy. Craziness doesn’t have anything to do with masturbation in most cases. You don’t think that masturbation leads to insanity, do you?”“No. Does it?”“No, I didn’t think you. . they gotta have the very last laugh. No one trusts an elf as far as you can throw one (they drop kick even further, if you’ve got the balls to do the deed) and they’re everywhere around here, the very backbone and muscle of the Kringle clan. Find a crime and if you dig deep and long enough you’ll find an elf somewhere lurking in the dark corners, probably also with its hose pulled down to its ankles and doing the nasty to someone’s pet dog.Her other big lie was that as far as I knew, the. Michael smiled, “So did I.” “Small world,” she giggled as she sipped her soda, “So what do you like to do besides playing football?” “I like to read,” he told her. “Really? What kind of books do you read?” Michael shrugged, “Anything that catches my interest. I like Stephen King novels, but I'm actually really fond of science fiction.” “So there's a nerd underneath that jock exterior?” she crinkled her nose. “So what?” Michael frowned. Fiona laughed, “I'm just messing with you, Michael. Chill.