Could she really see this through to the bitter end!But we are anticipating - running ahead of ourselves! Let's get back to the present.Christmas was ...ere! The Festive Season. Peace on Earth and Good Will towards Men! The Mistress had decided to visit her mansion in Bishop's Avenue and spend the festivities there with her beloved husband and a few close relatives.Jenkins and Huskisson were away for a few days with their respective nearest and dearest. The said nearest and dearest were, truth to. I was in a stupor but I did start to put on myclothes, but I was still wearing the panties.We got dress and went to the bar. I was on edge the whole time, turned onand yet worried that everyone that saw me could tell that I was wearingpanties. Darryl acted normal at the bar, usual talk of sports and girls,barely paying attention. He did asked before I left if I was liking thepanties and I just looked away and muttered yes. I got in the car, drovehome, got the car in the garage and sat there. My name is John Long.” What followed was almost a dream. Turns out Dr. John Long was one of the top thoracic surgeons in the service. He was on a tour of the forward facilities when the latest fighting had occurred. He looked up my record and how I got to be in that place. Plus it turned out that the lieutenant I had saved was a son of one of his good friends. Dr. John, that’s what he wanted to be called, could make things happen. I ended up with a Bronze Star, shipped back to the US, put in an. “Susan.”“And how old are you, Susan?”“I’m 34, Santa.”“Have you been a good little girl, Susan?”“Well, mostly, Santa.” Susan whispered, “except for the time the electrician was at the house to repair the wiring in the garage. But you won’t tell anyone about that, will you, Santa?”“Ho, ho, ho, Susan. Of course not. Unless you were really naughty.”“We were pretty naughty. Does that mean I won’t be getting any presents, Santa?” she pouted.“Well, Susan, you know that I bring presents for good little.