I got the impression she planned this all out before I ever picked her up today.After some clumsy fumbling with my pants, boxers, and socks, I was fin...lly naked. Jo was laying back on the bed, watching me, her eyes half closed. I wouldn't have been surprised to see steam coming off her. I slipped the panties down and off her before spreading her legs. I wanted to start with a little oral play and she was all for it.As I probably mentioned, Jo wasn't the slim high school girl I used to screw all. It made sense to me at the time, but that just tells you how discombobulated I was back then. I struck up a conversation with him, and of course he denied being Santa. But that’s just what the real Santa would do. He was stinky and hungry, so I invited him over to my apartment to bathe while I baked him some cookies. He had no idea why a pretty 27-year-old girl would invite him into her home, but he didn’t object. I made his favorite chocolate cookies while humming ‘jingle bells’ and listening. Hell, Bob already knows about it. I bet she was the first to tell him. Don’t you worry about it, Christie loves Bob and he loves her. They ain’t going anywhere.“So let’s go on over to the Pancake House, get some breakfast and then take a look at how the Library’s coming along.”Immensely relived at this news, Mark hopped in Ezra’s pickup and went off to the Pancake House.Later that night he tried calling Rana, but no one answered. He left several messages, but she didn’t return them.The next few. She thinks I should get more. ** My earliest class is half past noon. I had a morning Comp class, but I complained to the professor I was bored and out of their league. Kind of a high school-issue gripe, I know, but he asked me if I'd like to move into the Contemporary American Lit class instead. A 312, pretty steep learning curve for a sophomore? Blow me, please. I sit in the back, disaffected. We’re reading stuff like Philip Roth, Joyce Carol Oates, some Southern writers of something. I.