I knew she was serious, but I wasn’t entirely comfortable. “Good, and you really like Blitzen?” Dad asked – suddenly interested. Hit me with your best shot!!”
I distinctly got the impression they were begging to get spunked on! It jingled. “They’ll have plugs with cute little bells. “Go pick that one up, Cupid!”
My aunt shot me a teasingly angry glare and waddled off to do her job. I’d love all that attention! It’s Christmas Eve, and we are covered in snow. I couldn’t help but think about the fact that back at my house, a room full of men was ravaging my mother, and she was probably loving it. It’s hard to explain, but your mom protested you being here because she felt she had to be the one to do that. On cue, the other men at the party shouted their thunderous reply: “On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and Vixen, On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen!”
“Guide these whores home safely, make sure they perform all nine songs, get some good pictures, and we’ll see you in about an hour,” Eddie pulled my mom over to him and put his arm around her. “We’ve done orgies, and sometimes that’s all the party was when we first started having it.”
“Most of these girls are hyper-competitive, Nick.
