The daughter was called Josefina and her mother called her simply, “Jo”. The mother who was a still attractive mid-thirties Hispanic woman with ge...erous boobs and a tightly packed behind was called Maria although the prosecution was hesitant to confirm that was her real name.Only recently, I had seen a story in the Wall Street Journal that both the victims were being stalked by a gang of Coyotes looking for payment for getting them into the country. They had been practically sold to Winston for. Fallston took off after her. One more quarry too bag. He was able to keep Oksana in sight as they maneuvered around tree trucks and patches of low shrubs. She was following a well-used path and the travelling was easy. Oksana turned left and started to scramble up a leafy embankment. Fallston reached the point where she had turned. She was not getting away very fast, slowed by the slippery ascent. He took aim and shot her in the ass, neon yellow splashing across her rear end. She stopped. Our tree looked like Charlie Brown's tree with its needless branches, lopsided stance, and sizable "bald" spots. And the handful of presents underneath made it look even more pitiful. We barely had enough money to pay the bills, much less money to spend on a lot of Christmas presents. But Terry still believed in Santa, so we worked hard not to disappoint him.Mom and I know the real story about Santa. However, even though Santa Claus isn't real, Scrooge and the Grinch are real and are rolled up. While I enjoy alcohol, it isn’t my favorite inebriant, my preferred herb is one of those things that mustn’t show up in my urine if I want to keep on driving, so it’s "on hiatus" until I retire. Besides, while I enjoy Al’s hot sexuality, I’m not really trying to make any moves on her, especially if she’s at a disadvantage. I’m not that kind of a guy. I was just there to be with my friend. But I could tell Al’s fire was hot in her fireplace, even hotter than the one she lit in the fireplace.