Can you help me up?" I circled around her so she could favor her left leg when she stood. I draped her arm over my shoulder, gripped her narrow waist ...nd lifted her to her feet. "You're light as a feather," I told her. "Lucky you," she answered with a crooked smile. "I can't put any weight on this foot, so you're going to have to help me back to the house." I noticed it wasn't a question. Nodding ahead of us, she explained that she was heading that direction, and was probably only five minutes. At five I began to get worried, when you say something that way you always come though. I thought for sure you had had an accident. At five-forty-five I called your work. The person who answered the phone said nothing about an emergency, just that a special project had come up and you were busy working on it. I thanked the person nicely but I almost threw the phone across the room. You knew what this date meant to me but you got busy and forgot even after swearing you be home on time to get. And now, on top of that, it seems only girls could have pussies. Itwasn't fair!But then he thought, maybe Santa could make an exception. He knew whathe'd do. He'd ask Santa for a pussy for Christmas.*****Yes, Paul was so innocent and naive that he still believed in Santa. Mostof his friends had made comments that made it clear that they didn'tbelieve in Santa any more, but Paul wasn't so sure. Furthermore, hewanted to believe in Santa. He loved the idea that it was a magical manwho brought the. She was a real beautiful girl just a little over weight. We worked 2 or 3 nights a week together. So I had to train her and stock the whole place basically solo until she caught on. There was really no time to chat and get to know one another. But after a week or two we finally had time to relax and chat a little. She was married and had a 4yo son. But she was having problems with her husband , and I told her about my deal with my girl and her mother. So we got good with each other. The night.