Christmas day had been good. Presents were exchanged, family and friends visited, and by the end of the day, Don again felt himself exhausted.It wasn'... until he woke up the following Saturday to a quiet house that Don realized he had nowhere he had to be that day. The morning air was crisp as he stepped out on to the deck with his cup of tea. The remnants of a Christmas snowfall still covered most of the ground behind Don's house. He smiled as he stared out into the distance."Merry Christmas,. It's worse than casting on a dwarf." She shot Gorim an apologetic look, and he grinned.I told Alistair that his Calenhad bloodline could very well be the reason for his own impressive skills as a templar, and he flushed; I couldn't tell if he was irritated or pleased.I also told them his theory on me subconsciously wanting to go back to Earth being the trigger for my transitions. It led to a few nasty looks in Alistair's direction, and a lot of questions about various times when I'd. I do not know the age, but they are very pretty. With almost no other cars, they open the van door making a little area next to me between the vehicles only a few feet from me, but they do not know I am there. Mom removes her suit and is busy organizing their change. It is a mini van with a lot of room the youngest, or smallest, is nude sitting inside legs crossed and is playing with her young tender nipples. It must have been good because she did not care what was going on around her, and they. "He's in one of his poopy moods," Becky said, releasing the anger in adeep breath. "Wanna get something to eat?" Yeah, sure." Dee flipped shut her magazine. "Just how many Ayatollahsare there anyway? Like, a million?" Tell me about it." Becky then felt her pager go off. "Hold on," shesaid, checking it. "Yes!"Dee was curious. "What?" Yes!!" Becky yelled. She pumped her fist in celebration."What!?" Dee repeated."Bree.. I mean Derek." She started to hop in place. "He's outside!"Dee scrambled to.