Each year the people await sugarbag season where men, women and children go into the bush to search of these tiny bees so they can extract honey from ...heir hives. Clans are connected to different sugarbag totems, with different Dhuwa and Yirritja kinds of bee. One kind of bee bites in defence of its hive and the other does not.”“That informs us,” said boobook. “We must weave our bulbbe strong so the whitefellas can’t eat us up, yet we must bite only in defence. The bees were going to find. The prowling cougar knew she was making headway."So, tell me, Corporal, do good-looking Marine hunks like you drop down chimneys on Christmas Eve to deliver these toys to the deserving children?" While asking the question, Michelle reached out to run her fingertips down one of his massive biceps."Well, not quite Ma'am," he responded with a nervous laugh. "But we will be having a party at the Youth Center where we will hand out a bunch of presents a few days before Christmas." "That sounds. I break off.“Keep in touch, bell boy”I remove the collar from around his neck, my fingers stroking the line where it has been resting.“Y-yes, Mistress Santos.”As I drive home I experience a brief panic as I imagine Jimmy going to his folks and telling them what happened. The thought soon leaves me smirking to myself as I try to picture Jimmy trying to explain to Mom and Dad, much less the county sherrif’s department, exactly what happened. Not a chance. Besides, my little bellboy enjoyed. As soon as he opened that door I grabbed a hold of him and just held him in my arms. I told him I loved him and kissed him softly on his sweet lips, we had always kissed each other on the lips. We both knew it was more then just father and son love, more then fake family love. We had truly loved each other.That night, it was a Monday night. The game was on and I was alone on the couch watching watching the Giants beat those damn Cowboys. I heard foot steps coming down the stairs, I knew it was.