She never understood the idea of Christmas, spend until you cannot spend anymore and pretend to be a great person for one day when you’re an asshat ...or the other three hundred and sixty-four. Grabbing her coat she prepared to leave for the day. ‘Hey Gloria. What are you doing for Christmas?’ ‘Oh hey Jim. Same as usual, sit at home, watch TV and have a normal dinner.’ ‘Well you know, you are always welcome at our house.’ ‘Thank you Jim. I appreciate it more then you know but you know me and. .." she replied."Baby, I KNOW you want me, and I KNOW we make love, and it's sweet and it's gentle and for the most part, satisfying." For the MOST part?" she replied, taken aback.I took a really deep breath. Now I had to be honest or forget about my desires. I really, really didn't want to fuck this up. I love her, a lot. "Yes, for the most part." What are you not getting that you want?" she asked."Nasty" I said, breathlessly. "Pornographic, lustful, quadruple X-Rated." I stopped there. I. When the train eventually pulled in to the platform it was not too hard for me to be close behind the boy as we were willy nilly pushed forward by those crowding behind us. Anyone who has travelled on a local suburban train in Mumbai India, will know just how crowded they can be and how a passenger is forced to stand in close proximity to others. It was quite easy for me to make sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the train started. The shoving crowd and the jerky motions of the. .. rivals you might say." Here you are, Mr. Postumus," she says professionally, handing Nick the note and another smaller piece of paper with an address and a time."Thank you, Greta. And be sure to thank Mr. Epstein for his graciousness. And say hi to Simon for me." You want me to tell him you came by?" she asks."Definitely. We're old acquaintances. He'll be tickled to death that I'm banking with him." Nick lifts her hand and kisses the back of it. "You're a lovely woman, Greta. I look forward.