It’s hard to explain, but your mom protested you being here because she felt she had to be the one to do that. I wanted to impress her with my clever response. “What are you supposed to call me?”
“We’re out in public,” Daisy rolled her eyes. “Having fun?” Dad looked down at my jeans. It was cold outside. It had blown my fucking mind. “Are you going to be alright?” I whispered. Who will win the chance to fuck our brains out! “We typically don’t allow any guy who doesn’t bring a girl to participate. That sounds fun!”
“We’re going to have to do SOMETHING to liven things up! “Now your big mouths come in handy – every apple you can get your big buck teeth around and pull out of that creamy white eggnog -counts as a point! It suddenly all made sense to me why the women were so competitive and why my aunt thought it was an odd choice I’d help my mother win. “Why would you hate to share me or something, Sir?”
“I haven’t had you yet,” I reminded her. “Land one on the candy cane, and I will,” Donder teased. “I just don’t want what I do to get back to Dave.”
“Are you worried if your daughter finds out?”
“Not really, she probably wouldn’t believe it,” Blitzen smiled proudly.
