Ourrelationship had taken an unexpected twist and nothing would ever be thesame between us, but as I looked her over, I felt my breath catch in mythro...t. Before her transformation, Santa had been worn out and tired,within her new form I saw a renewed energy and vigor. Though she hadchanged in almost every way conceivable, in some ways I saw the oldSanta returned.There was that familiar child-like joy and merriment that had so definedher before Mrs. Claus betrayal and it warmed my heart to see. "I nodded."I think we're friends, but with girls sometimes it's hard to tell."I grinned, and she grinned back. I think girls' relationships with girls are a lot more complicated than guys' with guys. Maybe even more complicated than guys with girls."I think you're friends too, but what do I know? I'm just a guy." Yeah, you're simple-minded, but you have your uses. Opening stubborn jars, killing spiders, that sort of thing." Thanks," I answered, though I had a feeling that she was speaking of my. The questions had hardly started when Bert and Lillian arrived home. They raced to us and looked at the two guys now handcuffed in the back of different cars. One guy was still yelling. I figured he was really telling Tony his story so they could corroborate each other's testimony.Lillian said in a powerful voice, "What happened here?"I gestured to the cop taking notes. This way I could hear his interpretation. Lillian finally got him to talk."It seems that the two men came seeking some kind of. "You've got a nicer figure than my mum," said Gary, "but then she is perhaps a little older." I bet you mum never gets her tits out like she does," said another who's name I still didn't know."My sister got nice tits," said another."Have you seen them then?" asked Gary."Sure she wonders about with them out all the time," he said."Yeah, I bet," said Gary."She does," he replied.Listening to their banter was very amusing but now I wanted to get back to my sun bathing."When I get older Missus, can.