the twisted mind

Warning: This story contains or may contain descriptions of many explicit extreme and perverted sexual themes such as incest, pedo, bestiality and more. If any of these will offend or upset you, please do not read this story.

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Back in New York, it had been several hours and Consuelo had set up connecting rooms for her and Marcus, as she did have some hope. Marcus had cleaned up a bit and gotten into his normal uniform for the White's. Noel was dressed nicely, in gray slacks and a Christmas red sweater. Her Mother the Counselor was dressed fit to kill in skintight blue slacks and a lighter blue blouse, not transparent of course, but a little translucent, enough to see that her large bra was the same shade. She had little choice for a trip such as this. She had numerous work clothes, a great many evening outfits, casual clothing to lie around the house in, but little to choose from for a trip to see Santa. She carried a Salvatore Ferragamo shoulder bag which had a quilted look, off white, but it easily held what was needed. And of course her Ruger .380.

When she came out to join the others, it was all Marcus could do not to drool. She was as spectacular as always, but he'd rarely seen her except in her professional suits. He briefly considered telling her that her camel toe was quite obvious as he helped both her and Noel on with their coats, but said instead, "Are you carrying, Counselor?" She answered, but of course. Marcus was hardly a Monk.

Noel was really nervous, not about the events of last night. She had taken the NY Post, glanced at the headlines and stashed it in her large tote bag. She hoped to look it over later. The front page had said 'pictures inside'. She was nervous because while she knew this wasn't the real Santa, it was her last hope to put in a plea for a dog, and perhaps a tablet.

Marcus walked them to the limo and opened the door for them. Noel couldn't help but notice there were at least three buildings she could see that still had police cars there and that had crime scene tape around them. Mommy noticed as well and asked Marcus if he'd seen the morning paper. He replied, "No Counselor, in light of last night perhaps it wasn't delivered."

Mommy said, "Well that would make sense. Would you please try to find one today. Damn even the Times, if that's all there is." Marcus just said, yes ma'am.

They were blocked by police cars and had to go out of their way quite often. That told Noel that there were more than a few murders. Finally they pulled up in front of a very nice exclusive store that had valet parking. They would hardly expect their customers to walk. Marcus got out, opened the door for Noel and Mrs. White, and handed the keys to the valet along with two twenties. He didn't say a word to that man, just looked at him hard. The valet said, "It will be fine, Sir. I'll make sure myself." Marcus just nodded, and escorted Noel and her Mother inside.

Doris White said, "Marcus do you have to tip like that often?"

He answered, "Whenever it's prudent, as it was just now."

Mommy said, "You've never said anything about that, you should have told me, that money should not have to come out of your pocket. I'm sorry I never thought of that before, very thoughtless of me, I'm sorry. I'll make up for the last few years, and please let me know, from now on, when, where and how much you have to tip."

Marcus said, "Its not a big deal. After all, you allow me to use the limo on my own time and it goes home with me."

Mommy said, "Yes, of course. I don't drive, so it should be with you. But that raises the question of how you keep it safe at your home, and how much that costs you?"

Marcus said, "Again Counselor, it's not a big deal. There's a small open parking lot across from my home that's staffed 24hours. I have a reserved spot next to the guard's shack. For others it's catch as catch can. That's a hundred a week, and I tip fifty a week, but the spot's always there and the cars always secure. It's cheap for that car and this city. The attendant even washes it as needed and cleans off any snow. It's a good deal. I have similar arrangements if I go out to eat. I always make sure that the limo is safe."

Mrs. White said, "I just never thought of those things. I'm so sorry Marcus. Those costs should be mine to pay, not yours."

Marcus said, "Nonsense. If I didn't have the free use of the limo, I'd need my own car, which wouldn't be cheap, and I'll have to park that at almost that cost, and you pay for all the gas, so I save there as well."

The counselor said, "Starting immediately you have a raise of $750.00 a month, and I'll do my best to make up for your costs for the last three years. No arguments please. I can't imagine a better driver, guard and friend than you. I'll not risk losing you for so little cost to me. You don't understand how well paid I am. The raise I'm giving you is less the five percent of the raise I just received. I'm not meaning to brag, just stating the truth."

"Counselor that will likely make me the best paid driver in the city. More even than the Mayor's driver makes."

"Please call me Doris, at times like this. You said you would if I asked when I wasn't tipsy. Hell, I was drunk. But I'm cold sober now, and I'm asking again. As for that communist Mayor that we have, I believe my daughter and I are much more important than him. Besides he always has a police escort. The damn city went further into debt last year while my firm grossed a corporate income of well over one billion dollars, and I had, for the fifth year the highest billable hours. So please Marcus, no further arguments." Marcus just sighed and nodded his head.

Noel had been only half listening. She already knew they were rich, and it wasn't important to her. Much more important to Noel was getting a dog. Noel said, "Can we PLEASE go see Santa now?"

Her mother looked down at her as if she'd forgotten she was even there, but then said, "Of course, honey bunch, that's why were here. I'm sorry our adult talk annoyed you."

"Mother, it didn't annoy me, I just thought you were done." With that the three of them were off to see Santa's representative, at least in this store.

Noel thought, 'Well, what a surprise. This Santa Claus was white, but skinny with what was clearly a pillow to make him look fat', and she could see the elastic holding his fake beard in place. Well at least the line was short, and his fake elves looked like high school cheerleaders. Skirts that short were hardly suitable for the North Pole. But she did envy their boobies and their nice legs. She couldn't wait until she looked more like those two. The four ahead of her in line all seemed much younger and she felt a bit out of place. She almost felt that she should leave the line and forget about telling this man what she wanted for Christmas, but this was her last chance to plea so she stayed.

When her turned arrived an Elf took her to the Santa and she sat on his lap. Oh gross, he put his arms around her, leaned in real close, and said, "Little girl what would you like Santa to give you for Christmas." His breath smelled like the drunken bums that she sometimes had to pass on the street. One of his arms was around her hips too close to her special place, the other was around her body, just below where she hoped to get some boobies some day. He moved just a little and she felt a lump down where his pee pee should be. Oh super gross she thought. She'd be ten tomorrow and in New York there were plenty of pervy flashers, so she knew what that was. However, perv that he was, it was still interesting that she had that effect on him.

As he asked her if she'd been naughty or nice, she looked up at him, wiggled her butt, and said with a shy smile, "Well, mostly nice." He gave a slight moan, and shifted his legs. Now that hard lump was right between her butt cheeks. When he asked her what she wanted for Christmas, she pushed back against him and wiggled a bit. This time she was certain that he moaned and held her a tiny bit tighter as she told him she wanted a dog and a tablet.

He said in a husky whisper, "The tablet is likely. Do you have your own e-mail address? Mine is santanumber5568@gmail.com, you could write to me there." Noel smiled up at him and gave a slight up and down bounce while still pushing back. Now she knew she heard him groan as he said, "E-mail me and we can swap pictures. Bet you'd love to see Mrs. Claus and the reindeer, so remember that e-mail. Sweet cheeks, I can't promise a dog. Living things are up to your parents. But I have two dogs, so remember that e-mail and maybe some day you can play with them."

Noel bounced with apparent glee. She said, "Thank you, Santa." As she got off his lap her left hand pushed off down his nasty old lump. She was quite pleased to notice he was sweating a lot. Yes, Noel had taken another step towards growing up. (Yes dear readers, girls of 9, 10, 11 and 12 actually do deliberately tease men, just to see if we can. It's practice. I'll never forget the first time I made my Grandfather get a boner. I was 9 or 10.)

Noel, with a slight smile, walked over to where Marcus and her Mother were talking. She didn't turn around to check, but she was pretty sure that Santa was watching her walk away. Her mother asked, "Honey, are you getting hungry? We had a very early breakfast. Marcus and I were just thinking about it, and they have a lovely lunch counter right here. Then we could do a little more shopping before heading home. Does that sound OK to you?"

Noel was starting to answer when Mommy's phone rang. She looked at it, and said, "Sorry, it's a judge returning my call. I have to take it. Marcus, will you go with Noel and get us a table, please. I'll be right along." As Noel and Marcus walked away, Noel heard her Mother say, "Judge, thank you so much for getting back to me. After the slaughters last night, to me it's quite urgent. Yes, she's a legal immigrant from Columbia, eligible for full citizenship next year. She has a spotless record in Columbia and here in the U.S., and I'm very thorough in checking employees."

In spite of trying her best, Noel couldn't hear anything after that. She and Marcus had reached the lunch counter, really a separate room with a restaurant Maitre de., and everything else that a fancy restaurant would be expected to have. Oddly, though wealthy Noel and her mother almost never ate out. Her mother had more than enough of fancy restaurants at business lunches. In New York it was just so easy to order in and all types of food could be quickly delivered. Noel ate breakfast at home, took or bought a lunch for school and had order in for dinner most every night. Once in a while they had a left over night where they ate leftover food from previous deliveries.

Noel was quite surprised when Marcus gave the man at the door another two $20.00 bills, after he told them there would be a 20 to 30 minute wait. The man slipped the bills away quickly and said, "Right this way, Sir." He then led them right to a table, and there were more than a few empty tables.

They had barely sat down when her mother walked in, ignoring the guy at the door as if he weren't even there. As her mother sat down, she spoke first to Marcus. "Marcus, how much did the 'tux monkey' charge you?" Marcus looked a bit surprised by the tone of her question, but he just told her fort bucks. She said, "He robbed you, it should have been only twenty. I've half a mind to have him audited. As a matter of fact..." and without looking around she just raised her hand and in an instant the man from the door was standing right there. With out looking at him she said in her attorney voice, "You owe my bodyguard and driver twenty dollars. You overcharged for this table. He'd like it right now." The man stammered and stuttered an apology, then slid a twenty dollar bill over to Marcus and just walked away.

Marcus looked shocked he said, "Counselor how in...?" Mommy gave him a glance with an upraised eyebrow and he continued, "OK, OK, Doris. How the he... how on earth do you do that?"

Mommy gave him a big smile and said with a wink, "Marcus dear, the same way you almost always empty a magazine, with all shots in the X ring where you shoot. Practice and experience, right? And thank you for cleaning up your language, although I'm fairly certain, that my daughter has heard the word hell before this. I'm certain I used worse language when she woke me up this morning. Since you and Consuelo will be living with us for some time, you must learn to relax, at least to a point. Perhaps no pajama parties for awhile. I suspect that would keep Consuelo and I from relaxing." Another big smile and another large wink plus a touch of her hand on his. Noel was watching closely, so she saw mommy slip him another twenty dollar bill. She was seeing her mother in a very different way today. It was weird, but she thought she liked it.

"Marcus, would you please phone Consuelo and tell her that we'll be later than we first thought, and that her gun permit will be delivered shortly before 5 pm by uniformed police. They'll need her index finger print, and she'll have to sign a few forms. That's it. They'll give her the permit. I'm asking you to call so you can also give her the word about relaxing around us since we'll all be living together. I think that will come better from you than I. You can step away to phone her. What do you want for lunch? I'll order for you."

Marcus was still looking shocked, but he said, "A burger and fries would be fine."

Noel's mother said, "You'll not get that here. Will a steak sandwich be all right?"

Marcus replied, "Sure, medium rare please." Then he rose and walked away.

Before she and her mother got a chance to talk, the waitress arrived. Mommy ordered the steak sandwich, Texas steak fries, and a side garden salad for Marcus as well as a beer. She ordered a shrimp salad for herself. 'Ugh' Noel thought. She'd not eaten shrimp or lobster since she learned that they had 8 legs so were really just underwater spiders. Her mommy also ordered a glass of white wine. Noel got to order for herself and she ordered a chicken salad sandwich, and those Texas fries, along with a Pepsi.

The waitress brought them water and their drinks just as Marcus came back to the table. As she sat down the drinks Marcus's face changed. He looked almost angry. As soon as the waitress left he said, "Counselor", and mommy started to interrupt with a smile. He said, "No, this time it's counselor. For the first time I've known you, you've made a damned fool mistake and you should know the law better than I do. I won't drink that beer and I'll not let you drink that wine." Mommy looked like she'd been slapped. Marcus went on, "Imagine a court room and you're on the stand, and I'm the prosecuting attorney, so just answer my questions."

"Counselor on December 24, did you have a glass of wine with your lunch?"

Mommy said "Yes".

"Counselor, at that time were you carrying a Ruger .380 semi-automatic hand gun in your purse?"

As mommy said "Yes", she was beginning to look a bit sick.

"Counselor was the fire arm loaded?"

Mommy said, "Yes".

"Counselor, you know the law, or should know it. What is the penalty for carrying a firearm while drinking?"

Mommy said, "Permanent loss of license, a fine of up to $10,000 dollars and a term of probation or jail of up to six months. But it was just a little white wine."

"Counselor, just answer the questions asked. Does the law exclude wine or beer from its restrictions."

Mommy said "No" in a very small voice.

"Counselor, would you ever hire a driver or body guard for you and your daughter who was known to drink and drive, or drink while carrying a fire arm?"

Mommy said, "No, of course not."

Marcus said, "The prosecution rests. Would the defense care to make a case?"

Her Mother said, "No, the defense has no case, and there are no valid mitigating circumstances."

Marcus signaled for the waitress. When she arrived He said, "Miss, a mistake has been made. Please remove the wine and beer, and make a notation on the bill that they were sent back untouched. We'll still pay for them and your tip will be quite good. Now I'd like a black coffee, and the lady would like an iced tea."

As the waitress left with a smile, Mommy said, "Thank you, Marcus, you should have been a lawyer. If your younger brother in law school is half as smart as you, please make sure he sees me when he's next available. We have summer jobs and internships available." Mother looked very subdued.

The subject now shifted, just as the food arrived, "So honey bunch, how was Santa Claus?" Doris asked.

Noel was pleased that it was finally her turn to talk. "Well, of course he wasn't the REAL Santa Claus, just his representative for this store. Either he or his costume smelled like your wine, or maybe that beer. He was nice enough, and it was easy to tell he liked kids sitting in his lap." Noel knew that neither mommy nor Marcus had really been listening to her. They were mostly just pretending to pay attention, like most adults do. But when she said that, mommy must have been listening, at least a little.

Mommy said, "Well that's nice, how could you tell?"

"Well he held me real close, around my hips and my chest. He whispered things to me, with his mouth close to my ear." Now mommy and Marcus were paying attention. "He might have whispered things he shouldn't have said. He seemed to want me to have a good time on his lap. He kept bouncing and moving around, like a ride at the park. It made the sausage in his pocket keep moving around and poking me, you know like one of those big spicy Italian sausages that Daddy used to like, but that finally got stuck in my butt crack. When I got off his lap I accidentally pushed my hand there. I hope I didn't hurt him 'cuz he kind of groaned then." Mommy was all red in the face and seemed really angry. Marcus started to laugh and coffee came out of his nose.

Mommy turned to Marcus and said, "How can you think it's FUCKING funny that they have a child molester playing Santa?"

Marcus said, "Relax Doris, there are very few normal men who could sit there for hours with kids climbing on and off of his lap, likely with a belly full of coffee, watching the MILFs like you standing around and not get an unwanted erection. Did you even notice how tight your slacks really are? I really doubt that it had anything to do with the kids. That 'sausage' has a whole separate brain."

Mommy seemed to calm down a little, and said, "Well, maybe you're right about normal men. That sure wasn't the case with my soon to be X, of course. He'd just eat the sausage." Marcus laughed. Mommy said, "You really think I'm a MILF?"

Noel said, "Mommy you said fucking. What's a milf?"

Mommy said to them both, "Oh, did I really use that word?" Both Noel and Marcus just nodded yes, but Marcus added that it was almost shouted. Mommy turned back to Noel and said, "I'm sorry honey, that's a very bad word and I shouldn't have used it. As for what a MILF is, ask again in 10 years. So what did you ask Santa for today?"

Noel said, "You and Santa know what I want, I asked for a dog and a tablet. This Santa said, living things must come from parents, he doesn't do pets of any kind. But he did say a tablet might be something that would be OK. Oh, and I have a new thing but I didn't tell him. I know I need clothes but could I please get some skirts or dresses instead of just pants, and panties that aren't just plain old white cotton? Please?"

Mommy must have swallowed wrong, because she kind of choked a little. Then she said, "He's right. Santa should never promise live animals. You know I said 'no' to any dog. They bark, they can bite, they leave hair all around, they poop and pee in the house, they stink and that's even worse in the rain. You'd have to walk it, feed it, give it water, lots of work. What if it had to go out after dark, when the park isn't safe?"

Noel argued a little, "But they're cuddly and cute. I really could take care of it. I've been reading all about taking care of a dog."

Her mother just got that annoyed look on her face and said, "I said NO to any pets, period."

Marcus said, "Hmm?"

Mommy looked daggers at him and said, "Do you have something to add?"

Marcus looked and said, "Well now that you ask, just a few thoughts. Last night, not a single apartment with a dog was hit, not one. Dogs can bark, of course, but that could be an alarm, a warning. I walked around outside your whole place last night. You have that empty space behind you, about 60 feet wide, and 40 feet deep. The only way into it is through your house, so I figured you must own it, is that right?"

Mommy said, "Yes, I own it. When my Great Grandfather bought the place he thought it would be a nice spot for a garden. But all the build up around us cut off almost all the sunlight. Nothing but weeds will grow there. I could expand the house, but it's already plenty big enough. A few times a year I have to hire someone to go back and cut and clean up the weeds. They have to come in through the front basement entrance, and out through the rear basement entrance. It's really a pain, and I'm not allowed to pave it. I'm just stuck with it. Why do you ask?"

Marcus said, "I didn't even know it was there until I checked all around last night. I thought then it would be good yard for a dog to take care of his business in, easy to clean up too. The truth is, dogs can keep bad guys away. Just a thought for you to consider. I don't mean to interfere. I didn't even know that Ms. Noel was interested in a dog till just now. You know you can buy already well trained guard dogs, but they're not cheap."

Mommy said, "I'll tell you both, NO DOGS IN MY HOUSE! This discussion is closed."

She was still glaring at Marcus as he said, "I'm sorry Counselor, please tell me how I can tell when you're my boss the Counselor, or my friend, Doris White. It seems to change in an instant on your whim. It's quite confusing, Counselor."

Mommy looked crushed. She reached across the table and put both her hands on his. "Marcus, forgive me, I was way out of line and thank you for pointing that out. First, you're always my friend, and I never want that to change. Whenever we are around my work associates or clients, you need to act as you always have, as an excellent employee, my driver, my guard. Whenever it's just us, or family, and I include Consuelo, please just act like our friend. A friend who also protects and cares for us, but a true friend. I'm used to always being the boss, the one in charge. I'll try to change. It will make me a better person and a much better friend. I'll stumble and slip more times than we like, but I swear I'll keep trying. You just point out when I fail. There will be times that we argue. Remember, I lived with that son of bitch, cock sucking husband for years, and I was always the boss in that sad fucking sham of a marriage. I know I can be a real bitch, but I really want you to call me on my shit. So does that sound like something you're willing to try?"

Marcus said, "Sure Doris, we can give it a try, but one thing you have to know and accept. Around you, as a friend, you must forgive my sometimes unwanted large, er, sausage."

Mommy turned a bit red, but laughed and squeezed his hand, she said, "Granted. What MILF would expect less. About dogs, the truth is I'm scared shitless of them. I was attacked by a pack in the park when I was younger than Noel. My nanny back then saved my life, but almost got killed by the beasts while protecting me. She got me on top of the monkey bars where they couldn't reach me, but I still have some slight scars. Nanny needed over 200 stitches, lost an eye, and most of the use of one leg and an arm. Daddy paid all her bills, gave her retirement at full pay and a 6 figure bonus."

Noel said, "Mommy you just said lots and lots of bad words."

Mommy laughed and said, "Get used to it, Munchkin. I got news for you. I swear and I curse and I do use bad words. I suspect Marcus and Consuelo do too. Get used to it kiddo. Adults do lots of things kids can't and shouldn't do. Reality is, the rules are different, so do as I tell you, don't do as I do. You understand?"

Noel was a bit stunned, Mommy didn't seem quite the same and she liked it better this way. "Yes Mommy, you and other adults can have potty mouths, but I can't, right?"

Mommy laughed again and said, "Yes sweetie. Sounds like you understand. You're pretty smart. Say, if Santa brings you a tablet which kind would you like?"

It was all Noel could do not to jump up and down. Just a few days ago her mommy had said she was too young for a tablet. Noel said, "I don't know, Mommy. There are lots of them. I'd like one that has a dictionary, and an encyclopedia. I'd like to be able to read on it, and maybe watch some movies or cartoons. Could I email my friends who have them? Besides you said I was too young for a tablet, even if half the kids in my class have them."

Mommy got a real serious look on her face and said, "That's right. You really are too young. Thank you for reminding me Sweetie." Noel's heart sank. Then Mommy said, "I'm 100% certain that you should be at least 10 before you can use a tablet of your own."

"Mommy, I'm 10 the day after Christmas!!" Noel exclaimed.

Mommy said, "So if Santa were to bring you one tomorrow on Christmas, you couldn't use it until the day after Christmas on your birthday. Would you be ok with that?"

Noel said, "YES MOMMY, yes, yes oh YES!"

Mommy said, "Well that might work. But another thing, young lady, and you are becoming a young lady. Ladies, never talk about their undergarments around men, any men, except maybe their husbands. As for skirts and dresses suitable for school, yes. We can even go looking for a few things now. I actually need a few things too, since my pants are too tight." She glanced over at Marcus as he sputtered over his coffee. Mommy continued, "We can get what you want right here, but we'll have to go next door for most of what I want."

That almost caused Marcus to develop an 'unwanted sausage'. He knew that the store next door was a very large Victoria's Secret.

Mommy looked at Marcus and asked, "How long will it take you to get the ammunition we spoke of."

Marcus replied, "Is this the Counselor or Doris?"

"It makes no difference this time, I'm just a mother worried about my whole family, all four of us, so it's the perfect use of 'don't ask, don't tell."

"OK Doris, then 1,000 rounds of each... no, 2,000 rounds of 9mm. I'll stop at my place. I didn't bring my hideaway Kahr 9mm this morning, and it would be perfect for Noel to try out if we want. Uh, they don't take credit cards or checks, and I don't have enough cash for this big of a buy." He checked something on his phone and said, "My best guess would be around $2,000 to maybe $2,500 hundred."

Mommy said, "Just call for a price."

He said, "They won't speak on a phone. Remember, 'don't ask-don't tell'."

She said, "Got it. Still not a problem. They have an ATM here."

They all walked a few aisles away, mommy got money and handed it to Marcus and also handed him some more from her purse. She said, "That's $2,500. If it's more than that just cut back on what you buy."

He said, "OK, unless traffic is much worse than I'd expect, I should be back in about an hour and a half. I'll phone when I get close, so you can come right out, assuming you two are done shopping." He strolled away. Mommy watched him as he walked away, and murmured, "Oh, that man."

Then the two of them went to the clothing department. Noel got four really nice skirts, with six tops that would look good with them, and two really nice dresses. Mommy even got her a dozen pairs of panties, none of them white or even cotton.

They went next door for stuff for mommy. She told the salesgirl that her male friend said her pants were too tight. The girl said they looked fine to her and mommy agreed. She said she thought she'd show him what tight really was. She got six pairs of leggings, a couple in patterns, the rest solid colors. Two of those had parts you could almost see through. She also got three or four pairs of them, but as really tight shorts. The sales girl said she'd have her boyfriend panting and foaming at the mouth. Mommy said he wasn't her boyfriend, just a good friend. The sales girl laughed and said that would change quick. Mommy wore the pair that were the same color as the slacks she'd been wearing. She also got panties and some bras for herself.

The salesgirl looked at Noel and said, "It won't be long till you need a bra." That made Noel very happy to hear.

Then Mommy got some really fancy things called neglajas. Plus two robes that didn't look warm at all, but the salesgirl called them really hot.

They'd just gone back next door to the first store and were trying to decide what to do when Marcus called and said he'd be out front in five minutes. Mommy said, "Great timing. We just finished our shopping. We'll just come right out but we do have quite a few bags so we could use a hand." The doorman at the store was pleased to watch their bags while they made several trips.

I just a few minutes the limo pulled up. Marcus was coming in to help while they were taking out the first batch of boxes. He said, "Good Grief, Doris, did you think I wouldn't notice? Telling you your pants were tight wasn't meant to be a challenge for you to find something even tighter. Damn you look hot! You two just stay in the car, I'll get the rest." The parking man got the limo door for them and helped them settle the packages as they huddled together. It was starting to get cold as the sun was going down behind the tall buildings. Soon the doorman and Marcus brought out all the rest, loading it in the front seat. They got home a few minutes before six pm. It was now Christmas Eve.

Consuelo met them at the door and almost hugged Mommy. She was so excited and pleased that she could now carry her gun legally. After all, the 'right to keep and bear arms,' is a big part of what makes America so special, especially to many from foreign countries where liberty and freedom cannot be taken for granted. Consuelo thought of some more distant relatives of hers who lived in Venezuela. Sufferingunder a socialist dictatorship. It's difficult to throw off an evil government, if that government, and it's followers, are the only ones who have weapons.

Mommy kept telling her she was more than welcome, and that it was just a damn shame that New York was one of the anti-gun states. While this was going on, Marcus was making multiple trips to bring in everything they had bought, as well as all the very heavy ammunition he'd purchased. When he had it all in, he started filling the extra magazines that he'd bought for Mommy and Consuelo. He handed them out, an extra four magazines each. Noel was a little confused. The TV always called them clips. Marcus explained that the ones who did that just showed how little they new about weapons. Her mommy agreed, and said only Fox and One America News Network that bothered to get things like that right.

Marcus hadn't heard of OANN, Mommy said she got it on her satellite system. Then she apologized to both him and Consuelo. She'd tried to get flat screens for their rooms, but couldn't on Christmas Eve. But they'd be delivered and mounted no later than Wednesday of next week. And they were gifts, they could take with them when and if they decided to move out. But she hoped they would both stay a long time. She considered them family, and when they weren't working, like now, they just have to learn to relax and be family. So for God's sake sit down, the work day is over.

Marcus smiled and sat down in the chair that Daddy had usually used. Consuelo looked a bit nervous, and said in her pretty accent. "Can I bring anyone anything to drink?" Noel said, she'd like a hot chocolate, please.

Her mother looked at Noel with a frown and said, "Noel, its past her work time. You can get your own hot chocolate if you want some now. But once her workday is done and for that matter, when Marcus has finished his day, this is their home and they are not servants right now. But is Christmas Eve and lots of places will be closing early, so we should probably order out now. Noel, please go get our order out menus so we can all pick a place." Noel quickly brought back a stack of menus and set them on the coffee table.

Doris said, "Consuelo, we all had lunch together, so I think you should say what you'd like first, but for God's sake sit down and relax. Kick off your shoes and relax, it's just family here now."

Consuelo still wasn't used to this, to her, weird new concept of family and was reluctant to offer any suggestion, other than she just fix them all some dinner. She said that there was plenty of food in the large fridge, the pantry, and the massive freezer in the basement. Mommy was getting exasperated with her. Noel could see that, but she didn't think her mother could.

Noel interrupted, "Mommy, I love the idea of us all being a family, but it isn't easy for everyone to understand, and you're being really pushy instead of trying to understand, and Mommy that's wrong." Her Mother looked at Noel like she was about to yell at her, but then just stopped and seemed to think.

"Damn, my Munchkin, how did you get so smart at nine? You're one hundred percent right, and I'm wrong. Consuelo, Marcus, Noel, I ask your forgiveness. I know what I mean, but now that my daughter has pointed it out, I see that you can't read my mind and it must seem quite strange. It will take some time. I'll be patient, or at least try to be. But I won't push it any more tonight, except for this. Marcus, what did I tell you about what to call me and when?"

Marcus said, with a bit of a grin, "I'm to call you Doris, unless I'm working and others are around, and I'll do that. But I'll continue to call you Counselor, if you're acting like an ass."

Mommy smiled and said, "Consuelo, is there a shorter version of your name that you prefer?"

Consuelo said, "A lot of my old neighbors and friends call me Connie. It's more American, and I like it because of that."

Mommy said, "May I call you Connie then? I'd like to be considered a friend. And dear, please call me Doris unless there are others here, particularly work associates."

Noel said, "Ohh can I call you Connie? I love that name. I'm going to think of you like a big sister. I've always wanted one, and you're perfect."

Marcus said with a big grin, "I'll just keep calling you sexy, or Connie then, OK?" Connie smiled big, blushed and nodded yes. "Noel, don't think of me as a big brother, an Uncle's OK though. I'm way to old to be a brother and I could never think of your mother as my mother, she's MUCH too young. Now I want a beer. Can I get something for my sisters since I going out to the kitchen anyway?"

Mommy said, "I'd like a glass of wine, but I'd rather know what we're going to eat first. Is everyone OK with Italian?" They all agreed on that.

Mommy told Noel to go set the table as she called and ordered. It was almost too late. Noel and Marcus got lasagna, with a side order of meatballs for Marcus. Mommy got chicken tetrazzini and Connie requested chicken cacciatore, and 2 loaves of Italian garlic bread. She also got them all a big Italian salad to share and tiramisu for dessert.

Marcus went and got a beer and white wine for the women. Noel just got a bottle of sparkling water.

Continued in Part 5

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