‘Honestly? I don’t know. I mean … it’s been a long time since I felt anything like this. I know that there’s … there’s a part of me that...still misses Valerie. But she’s never coming back. Being around Samantha gives me feelings that I haven’t had since… well, you know, but I can’t put my finger on exactly what those feelings are. I … I’m not sure. But I know I’m willing to find out.’ Gently, Ginger took his hand. ‘Archie, that’s the healthiest thing I’ve heard you say in five years. But, that. “You two behave. Touch nothing, got it?” he said quietly. “Or I’ll be feeding you to the coyotes myself.”Jack ushered the Dubois family inside. “My office is just down the hall,” he said, pointing. “Can I get you girls something? Coke? Water? Anything?”“Is this where you make the whiskey?” asked Tamara.Jack laughed. “No, that’s back down at the bottom of the hill.”“Can we have some of that?” asked Samantha.Mike turned red and began coughing, but Jack just laughed. “Just how old are you. Over and above the sweet smell of Santa’s seed was the musky scent of Katie herself.“Delicious!” he said with a snicker.Then he hurriedly followed after Santa to see if any of his other visits would result in anything interesting. They didn’t, but that was okay. His mind filled with visions of Katie and how she had so passionately clung to Santa as he pounded away at her.For the next few weeks he pondered how he was going to give the young girl his own gift. His special day was coming and he. You can’t tell anyone I told you anything. We made a pact.” “What kind of a pact?” “We called it a pussy pact.” I could see John’s wheels turning. He was so aroused the vein in his forehead throbbed. In the recesses of his mind, I was sure he had flashes of old “B” movies with Amazon tribes and the sacrificing of virgins. “What is a pussy pact?” He could barely get the words out. “Um, are you sure you want to know, Johnny?” He gurgled in response, like a man choking on a sexual milkshake and.