‘What is it? Are you not feeling well. Palpitations? A tightness in your chest?’ Mr. Strang was prone to believing he had any disease he heard of....But as far as Joyce could tell he was as healthy as a man twenty-five years younger. But, then, a sixty-year-old man could have a good reason to suddenly need to go to the emergency room. ‘Need a ham. A pretty big one.’ ‘You need a ham?’ ‘Yep. In case you haven’t noticed, it’s Christmas Eve.’ ‘Yes, I’m aware of that, Mr. S. And being as how it’s. Yawns began to break out. ‘We should probably get a few hours of sleep.’ Lance suggested. ‘We should. It will still be awhile.’ agreed Mallian. So they unpacked their blankets and began to settle down. Ophealia and Sir Reginald slept near each other as well as Pristine and Kyra. Lance, Grayson, and the outlaws slept nearby. Mallian, Drock, and Pixie were about to fall asleep when Pixie noticed something interesting. The midnight swans and the golden falcon flew down and surrounded Pristine. .''or what mrs watson please don't call the police'i reach out and grab hold of her right tit and give it a squeeze she slaps my hand away'police it is then i say and take hold of the phone''no please not the police i never did anything like this before and won't again i promise'i reach out again and squeeze her right tit pinching the nipple and giving it a slight twist'put your hands on your head and don't move' i tell her 'perhaps we can work something out'i squeeze both her tits then take. Tight black lycra shorts together with her high heeled boots accentuated her long legs.She gave a last smile towards Ceri as Sara took the lead in her hand to take Ceri upstairs. Sara's story. I led her into the main room, glancing around I see about forty people, (mainly, but certainly not exclusively men) applauding the prospect of enjoying a new girl. I handed the lead to the hostess. She looked her up and down before smiling at me in approval of my contribution.I'd known her for many years.