”– Carl von ClausewitzJason enjoyed sitting at the comfortable seat next to the well-worn table in the home of Ouma Chatzke. The smell in the room...was delightful, reflective of the influence of an interesting piece of olfactory art carefully placed on the side on a side table. Jason appreciated his improved sense of smell that allowed him to enjoy the delicate nuances of the piece of art.“I’m delighted to welcome all of you to my home, to enjoy dinner together,” communicated Ouma Chatzke by. “Are you my precious little girl?” I asked her softly. “Yes, Daddy,” she replied meekly. “Are you ready to be my good girl and do as I say?” “Yes, Sir,” she said, looking up into my eyes. Okay, then, stand up in front of me with your hands behind your head and your feet slightly apart.” She did as instructed, her large breasts displayed proudly in front of her, nipples erect. She looked fantastic in all her youthful glory; soft, glowing, alabaster skin, long flowing hair, the strings of her. Our tree looked like Charlie Brown's tree with its needless branches, lopsided stance, and sizable "bald" spots. And the handful of presents underneath made it look even more pitiful. We barely had enough money to pay the bills, much less money to spend on a lot of Christmas presents. But Terry still believed in Santa, so we worked hard not to disappoint him.Mom and I know the real story about Santa. However, even though Santa Claus isn't real, Scrooge and the Grinch are real and are rolled up. Her husband and son are relieved even if she's readyto give birth and be done with it," James explained as he thrust his hairback, his new afro bouncing with it. It was something else he decided tojust roll with, another little detail Mary knew he'd change if he couldbut didn't feel up to doing it. Even if it was something he could change,unlike missing his old darker skin tone."That's good, I'm glad she has the help she needs. Sounds like they madeit out of this somewhat better than we did,".