"I saved some," she told him. "Did you still want to... do you want to taste me? Are you still ready for that?" She didn't wait for a response but, in...tead, began to climb to her feet. Paul started to rise also but she motioned him back down. "No... stay like that," she told him.Janet now stepped astride him once again but, this time, directly over his upward gaze, facing his feet. Slowly, she lowered herself, squatting down just inches from Paul's nose so that her pretty butt crack was spread. If I relied on my father’s teachings, it would somehow validate our time together. I couldn’t have that. He had to be wrong, forcing me to spar with him every weekend. I mean no good could ever come of it, right? Well since our talk on Saturday, I started reevaluating my feelings and realized the heart of my resentfulness stemmed mainly from the dreaded Christmas incident. Yes, he had most definitely gone overboard with my punishment, but I was the one who instigated it by hiding out under the. That is a discussion that will have to involve your mom, Belinda and her daughters, Ed and I, as well as the two of you. I will make the calls to arrange a get together. In my opinion it is long overdue, but that sister of mine, Maggie, hasn’t thought it necessary.”Becky and I looked at one another and Becky mouthed “Sister, I thought my mom was your father’s sister”. Mom was distracted and was not aware of what she had said.After breakfast Becky and I headed out to check on some field. It's cold in here."She smiled sweetly at her baby brother and began to heat up the oatmeal. She hoped he wouldn't be scared about the whole Santa Claus thing. "Tiff? Can I ask you something?" Bobby asked softly."Yes?" Was Dylan saying the truth? Is there really no Santa Claus?"Tiffany sat next to him stroking his hair. "Don't believe him. There is a Santa. He was just being mean."Bobby looked down. "Why does he have to be so mean? You're not like that sissy. You are so nice and you take care of.