..Merry Christmas, BabyBack in the summer of 1980, I was a restless young man. I was a 19-year-old with a natural curiosity and a cocky attitude. The ...ummer of 1980 was also the last summer I had before going off to college. I had taken a year off after high school and felt I needed to make the most of my time off. That meant work hard and play even harder. I had taken a job as a carnival worker, or carnie as they are known, in order to get a chance to travel and see the country. I had taken. It was totally unnecessary because she was beautifully trained in submission in all regards.We didn’t take the subway to the airport because there was a lot of rampant violent crime lately. I hired one of those limo company cars because I wanted Princess to be safe on the journey to the plane. It felt strange to me to be more concerned about our in-country travel than the usual worries about danger in a foreign country.The plane was painted with garish designs of tropical birds and pretty girls. "Are you ready to come home?" Bianca asked, already knowing the answer.Eric nodded and Bianca headed for the door. They walked out of the lobbyand headed towards the front door where the doorman let them out. Theywalked down the street to where Bianca's car was parked and got insidewithout saying a word to one another.Eric felt uncomfortable as he wanted Bianca to indicate how she wasgoing to treat them in their private moments. As Bianca started the car,she turned to Eric and said, "I hope the. Well I started shaving myself in high school and I guess I've just kept it up ... I kind of like it, don't you? As for the piercing ... well it's kind of an erotic thing, that's all."An erotic thing," her mother said, "what the heck does that mean?"Becky looked down at herself again trying to think of a way to describe it to her mother without embarrassing her. "Well it just that when ... uh ... a, well you know mother, when you're making love it stimulates the woman as well as the man."Liz was.