"Mmmmm," she responded. "I like rich men with beards." "Rich?" I queried. "Well, he can afford all those presents, can't he," she laughed. "Well, this...Santa is not rich," I put in. "If he weren't so poor he wouldn't have smelly little children sitting on his lap all day. One of them puked on me the other day. It is definitely not what I was trained for." "And what were you trained for?" she wanted to know. "Shakespeare," I replied. "An actor?" she asked. "Four years at the National Institute of. ”It’s one week after our talk and I’m sitting on the same red sofa when granny comes down the stairs and I hear a little painful shriek. I quickly get up and hurry over to where she is sitting on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. There is a pained look on her face as she brings a hand to the back of one thigh and gently massages it“I think I’ve pulled a muscle or something in the back of my thigh,” she says, cringing.I look down at her crumpled body. She is resting on one hand while the. Perhaps not so much about French as about other activities, but his enthusiasm was contagious.None of them saw the small man. He was too far outside the light of the fire and even the lanterns many had brought. Despite the cold and despite the rain more than a few women dancers were nude. It wasn’t hard to understand why they remained close to the bonfire. While it was not uncommon for men to strip off and more than a few men usually did so, tonight the women were nude and the men remained. She heard a car engine roar to life, and walked toward it. When she got closer, she could see it was an old pickup truck.Jake rolled down his window and said, “Get in.”Béla pranced around the old truck to the passenger side as excited as a schoolgirl, eyes glowing in anticipation. She climbed up and landed in the seat, barely able to sit still, and awkwardly swung the heavy door closed.“Where are we going?” she asked excitedly.“You want to be a true submissive,” Jake replied, ignoring her.