"Santa," I said slowly."It was him!" insisted Bob. "He looked just like all the pictures. He was big, and had on a red suit with white fur on it and e...erything. And he was humping my mother!" He shook his head slowly. "Right there in the bed, next to my father." And you were ten," I said. I couldn't disguise the disappointment in my voice."Old enough to know what was going on," he said defensively. "When I was growing up we knew all about it long before any of our parents wanted us to, and long. I could tell that he would not last long at all. I told Mike to slide into me but he was hesitant. He said he was worried that he might knock me up. I laughed and told him not to worry as I was protected. Then he said he was not sure what to do so I instructed him on how to do it. I guided Mike's hard cock into my very wet pussy. As soon as he was balls deep I told him to pull back out but not all the way and then push back in which he did but as soon as he bottomed out again Mike exploded. Whatever it is, you're going back into town tomorrow and get your money back. I don't work forty hours a week in the Alexander Building so that we'll starve when we're old, Kathy. It's about time you started remembering that."Kathy raised her eyes to silently protest his automatic assumption of her extravagance, but it was too late. Having completed his tirade, her husband turned on his heel and strode back into the living room, and a moment later, the house was filled with the sound of the. Jake had to detour to get to the club but the rain slowed to a drizzling mist and there were only a few cars in the parking lot when he pulled into the gravel light. It was a small, squat concrete building advertising cheep beer and wet t-shirt contests. Garish neon lights flickered in the dirty windows. He pulled around back where there were half a dozen cabins. Jake knew the cabins also doubled as rooms the working prostitutes could take their clients. Jake was surprised the young woman.