And it was clear from the bright sparkle in Tracey's eyes that this new vigour and energy was to be directed towards one particular object.Buttercup, ...s always, needed no prompting. After allowing sufficient time for the food to sink into their system, she crawled on her hands and knees towards Tracey, who was grinning in a curiously stupid fashion, and gently pinched the folds of her vagina with the forefingers of her right hand. Tracey moaned in a strangely full-throated way, and gracefully. She was a little on the plain side, wore her hair up in a bun all the time and it seemed like every dress she owned was a shapeless sack, but she was sweetheart and I loved talking to her. She and Darryl also had a sixteen-year-old daughter who was a walking wet dream. Cara may only have been sixteen, but she looked and acted every bit of twenty-one.I lived alone - my wife of eleven years having taken off with a drummer for a rock band, a kid ten years younger than she was. I hadn't heard from. I found it by accidentand felt it should be shared, even though some of the authors who it wasintended to honor may not be able to read it this time around. It followsbelow in its entirety.The following is my gift to the authors and readers of this list. Anyonewishing to archive this story should contact me for permission (which willprobably not be unreasonably withheld). All rights reserved.Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus are fictional characters. The SRU Wizard andSpells R'Us are the property. She had crossed the crowded streets almost by instinct alone and it wasn't until she passed an all-night diner just before her corner and saw the clock inside that she realized it was almost two in the morning. God, she had spent hours there on that horrible bed... and, she vowed... "I'll never do it again!"Occasionally a streetlight would reflect against the streaked tears on her face and the softness of her crying would hover in the night darkness.She wondered if Johnny would be waiting up.
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