‘Oh, you mean the guy with the shorts? Sure. We were chatting.’ ‘Virginia,’ he said knowingly. ‘He’s not Santa Claus.’ I laughed gaily, ...��Of course not! You thought I…? No, no. He’s not Santa Claus. That’s obvious! Too skinny for one thing.’ Sam’s eyes narrowed. ‘And… Santa Claus doesn’t exist. Right?’ I felt my hackles rising, but I stifled the urge to slap his smug face. ‘Well, that goes without saying. He can’t be Santa because there is no Santa. Everybody knows that. I was just trying to be. ‘Hi Ken! I was wondering when I would see you,’ Sarah’s mom said. ‘You’re wondering what I did to you downstairs earlier was about.’ She was very blunt. ‘Yes, I guess I am,’ I blurted out, faltering. She stopped what she was doing, came over to the table, hugged me and kissed me on the lips. I gasped taken aback. She sat down and grabbed my hand. She looked into my eyes, which reflected back total confusion. ‘Ken, please let me explain,’ she intoned. ‘I know you love Elaine and she loves. She was very sad knowing this was her last day. She looked at Paul, Jennifer and Betty. She didn't understand it but they had something special. She hoped she could find it for herself. She thought about her experience of the last evening and she felt herself stir.Paul woke and gave Jennifer, lying next to him, a hug. He caressed her gently. Then he rolled over and did the same with Betty. He saw Josie standing there looking at him. "Come and give me a kiss," he said. She eagerly crawled into. He held up his hand and I stopped a few feet in front of him. "You doin' the laundry, Nancy?" I lowered my eyes and muttered, "yes". He laughed and they walked by me. I jumped when he smacked my ass. The girl giggled again. I walked down the stairs, feeling dizzy and confused. Why was this turning me on? I was doing housework, the menial task of putting dirty clothes into a washing machine, and it was turning me on. I measured the soap, turned on the water, and set the timer. The machine.