" I'm... sorry," he said while setting the toy down carefully. "I don't getcompany very often, and even more rarely such a lovely young lady. So whydo...'t I just take your word for it?"She looked at him expectantly, so he added. "If you're here to rob me, Idon't have much. It's not like I'm in any shape to fight back. If you'rewilling to entertain an old man first, I can offer you some tea." You're really clever, aren't you? You're expecting one of the nurses tostop by soon, and you're trying to. As I walked up he checked me out from head to toe, but strayed as he checked out my jock-strap bulge, prominently displayed under my mesh gym shorts. I kept the conversation professional, but casually rubbed my bulge suggestively as Jesse helped me get a room at a “hot” men’s resort he knew. As he slipped me the directions Jesse coyly asked if I was alone, and needed someone to show me around. I winked, told him to come over whenever, and winked as I rubbed my straining bulge. Jesse gave me. ’ That confused me. She continued, ‘I would like for you to be the emcee for the fashion show. I have a script prepared. All you have to do is read it. Oh, and you will be compensated for the extra time.’ ‘That’s fine with me, Mrs. Shattuck. I’ve really enjoyed working here. Hopefully you’ll have me back next year.’ ‘You’ve been a marvelous Santa. If Mr. Olson does not decide to return, the job is yours. In fact, you are a better Santa, but he’s been doing it for so long I have to give him. Lynette was helping him, sharing her class notes, and trying to assist Tom when he got stuck. After a while, Tom begged for a rest.“Lynnie, I’m reaching the end of my concentration,” he sighed. “My head’s buzzing and I can’t see straight anymore.”Duncan overheard Tom and came into the room. “Hey sport, d’you still feel like a zombie now?”“Aahhh, no, Dad. Still very tired; don’t sleep well. But I feel all tense ... um, wound up, you know?—and like I get really annoyed when I can’t figure out.