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“Aren’t Santas meant to be cheerful?”

I look up at the sound of the woman’s voice It’s a coh she wants to be confident but there’s soo completely

Interest piques innotes twining together

Then I see her, and es Forever

She grips the fence, leaning forward slightly, givinga hoodie that shows the outline of her breasts, and the dip in her waist leads to the voluptuous width of her hips

So brown hair and the light freckles across her cheeks Her eyes are brown, deep, scared, excited, and brave all at once

Fascination sparks in me

I need to have her, to own her, to make her mine

Now and forever

Always

Fuck

How has this happened so quickly?

It doesn’t matter

The priasoline thrown on a fire,every part of me stiff with the need to unleash myself on her

I warn myself to calm down

I’er

But it’s too late I already have

Clearinganything – I lean forward and rest my forearms on my knees “Santas, plural? There’s only one And you’re looking at him”

“Ha, ha, ha,” she says “I’, not nine”

Nineteen, which er than me

What would this young innocent gift say if she knew a forty-three year oldat her?

“So, how’s business?” she goes on

“Why, need a job?” I shoot back

I mean it as a point of banter, but her brown eyes widen and a blush lights up her round high cheeks