He knew that Waylon also wanted to get some range time in. Alphonso told Waylon to go on back to the employee's locker room and through to the range w...ile he checked the training schedule.Waylon felt an immediate sense of relief. He could teach a couple of classes and cover all of his repair costs with a couple of weekends or weeknights at the range. Alphonso buzzed him through the back door and Waylon went to his locker. As an independent contractor, he wasn't technically a range employee, but. I walked down to my bedroom.There was no hope whatsoever of my going to bed in this room - the bed wasn't even visible. Our HUGE bed was entirely buried in boxes, paper, bags, and many, many dresses."Good grief! All the women in Italy are going to be naked next season because you bought ALL the clothes!" Look at this, Mark. Isn't it gorgeous. See the clever way they've cut it so..." Ahh, I'm sorry to interrupt, but Donna's begging me to sleep with her tonight. Normally I wouldn't dream of not. I found myself unable to relax as my mind began to flame my passions.Eventually 7.30 came and I found myself outside Tom and Sonia's house; having rung their doorbell I was admitted by Tom who was wearing only a dickie-bow; he guided me into a side room and he pointed to a black velvet hood and asked me to remove my clothes and don the hood. He would soon return and guide me into the main room for the fun to start. He did tell me that the other couple were called Bob and Alice and were about. It was an enormous room, with dark, hardwood floors covered with various rugs. There was a beautiful Persian rug underneath the dining area that adjoined the shiny stainless steel kitchen, and a deep blue, shag rug beneath the furniture that was grouped around the fireplace. It was a peninsula of a room, in fact; the windows on three sides looked out on the snow, with only one door near the kitchen that appeared to connect the room to some other part of the house."Who am I? Mrs. Claus, of.