There was nothing. “Oh, well, you can’t. They were all hand-made. I am a glass blower. I was headed to the Eisner gallery to drop them off for a ...how I was supposed to have Friday.” She tried to muster a smile, but with streams of tears breaking free to leave dark trails of mascara marked across her cheeks, she knew it would seem insincere. As Alex heard this, and his eyes followed those black trails to her quivering mouth, he immediately felt as if someone had torn into his chest and pulled. ”Junior escorted Jennifer arm in arm from the sleigh up the steps into a grand lodge built from huge pine logs. Inside she was formerly introduced to Father Christmas and Mother Christmas.Father Christmas was business-like and greeted her formally as “Miss Webster”, with a handshake. He didn’t seem to have any accent at all.Hilde, Mother Christmas, was German and made it clear that she didn’t like Jennifer. She flat out refused to shake hands with her, saying quite loudly to Junior, “Vell, zis. . Tab afternoon ka time tha. . Wo ready ho gayi…Wo dophar mein aayi hum ek room mein gaye aur hug,kisses, smooch start ho gaya… Phir hum dono let gaye. Wo mere uper aayi aur mujhe pagalo ki tarah kiss karne lagi. . Mein bhi usse kiss kar raha tha dhire dhire mein uske kapde utaar diye. . Wo aaj mood mein thi… mein usse pyaar se handle karne ka socha kyun ki mein usse khona nahi chahta tha… Dono kiss karne lage… Mene uski choot mein ungli daal di. . Aur wo mera lund hilane lagi… Mujhe choot. Interesting. Anyway, you won't get your husband just yet. Go home and I'll have him delivered to your house by midnight. I suspect he'll put two and two together if he sees you two like this." Is this really why you went to all this trouble for? Just to see a mother have sex with her son?" Aarti inquired."Well, that's not all. I was considerate enough to capture your exertions in that bedroom there on camera." It's okay," Prem went on, noticing the expressions of mortification that were fixed.