“Santa?”, mused Mrs. Santa, whose name was actually Mathilda. She was a formidable woman who kept Santa on a very tight leash. She was well aware ...f how many women would gladly do whatever for Santa in exchange for bright red shiny sports cars, Ermine and Mink coats, diamonds and rubies. She also knew how exhausted he was when he returned home on Boxing Day. She used to think that this meant that there would be fights all over after everybody learned that their friends spent less on them than. When he got it, he would return to school for one last time to bid everyone goodbye and clean out his locker.After his siblings had gone to bed, Judy looked at Jase and said, "You went on an assignment, today, didn't you?" Yes, I did. How could you tell?" A mother can see things no one else can. You look changed, somehow, though I can't put my finger on it. What did you do?" You remember the TV report about the assassinated drug lord in Colombia? Well, that was mine." Oh... my... God! You. And I agree, we are excellent friends. But how about you stop by the house tonight after dinner for a nightcap, and we continue our talk. I really need your help with this, even if it's just through conversing." That sounds like a good idea. Now let's get back to enjoying our lunch."We went back to the office after lunch, and Mary finished up her duties. Before leaving, she said, "How about eight o'clock tonight? Does that work for you?" Sure, Mary, eight o'clock is good for me. I'll see. Without a word, Mary reached behind her back and undid her bikini top. She was too relaxed to notice her brother’s eyes widen, or the tent in his pant grow slightly. As she slid her bikini bottoms off, even the slightly-too-loud breathing of her brother went unnoticed, and she lay back down to soak in the sun’s rays.I don’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed, she mused, and when her younger sibling excused himself after a few minutes of staring at her tits, she didn’t even stir.The.