"Taci, I don't want a word out of you, no I'm sorries or it was anaccident I want total silence."I nod yes, but I'm just as pissed as he is the fucker... I see him glanceat my feet and get a little satisfaction from that, it must have pissedhim off even more."Get up on the bed"As I get onto my hands and knees I hear Bill looking through the blinds."Wendy's home, I have to admit I'm mad enough right now, that I'm gladfor a change. First the disrespect and then the shoes you've earned thisTaci."I. He must have gotten home while I was asleep on the sofa, 'cos he was just sitting there and watching me when I woke up. I asked him how work was, and he told me about how one of the waitresses broke her ankle, and one of the "girls" (of course now I know he meant strippers, but at the time I was confused) had to fill in. Apparently she wasn't very happy about it.I asked what he meant, and he explained that he works security at a strip club. Like, he just SAID it. Like it wasn't a big deal.I. Afterward, when I and Kathy had our full of spanking games at her place, I would turn the conversation toward talking about Pam in some small way.After a time, I managed to persuade Kathy to let me take her place and play Santa Claus in the skit on stage. I dressed in private and by just nodding and making hand gestures, it was easy to stay in character and conceal my true identity while wearing a full white beard. To the audience it would look like the real deal.Now, as the beloved holiday. "Who the fuck are you?" said a fat guy sprawled in a filthy recliner."Lookin' for Danny Hewlett, Porky, you seen him?"A dude with a beard and mustache lying on a wrecked couch said "I'm Danny, whadda ya want?" Your brother Jim wants to see you, Danny. You're comin' with me." What's he want with me anyway? He's got no time for me. Not for anybody except his damn business." He needs you, he's sick and he needs you. Now, c'mon before this dump comes down around our ears."Porky heaved himself up.