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   Copyright (c) 2003, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Date of first publication: Sunday PM, December 21, 2003

   Story codes: M/f /f/

   Story intro: Dave has been on his own since his divorce, he has many
solitary Christmas's.  A young girl in need provides him a means for him to
enjoy this Christmas season.  It is all in the spirit of giving and
ultimately receiving.  A seasonal read, enjoy.



   One is the Loneliest Number

   Another story by

   Jack Spratt

   Special thanks to my Proof Reader, George Davis

   Special thanks to my Proof Reader on the re-edit Mr.  Argon 2013

   Prologue

   The streets are alight with strings of Christmas lights accenting the
colors of the season.  It appears the few people moving about are so
preoccupied with their thoughts, they don't even notice.  For me, it
reminds me of the times when my wife looked forward to her gifts under the
tree and in the weeks prior to Christmas, badgered me constantly, hoping to
get me so annoyed I would give in and tell her what they were.  Today, the
lights and sounds of Christmas reminds me of the song starting with the
following, "One is the Loneliest Number" referring to my situation at this
time.

   But meeting a young girl in need, changes my mundane life.

   ********************* ******************* *********************

   My small retail shop is located on the main street in the centre of an
active tourist area.  It's one of many specialty stores that line the
downtown business area.  Designer jeans and accessories are my main
products, plus some shoes, belts, scarves, bra and panties sets and thongs.
Since the inception of thongs and V-strings, it's one of my favorite items
for young ladies.  My imagination goes wild with each sale, envisioning
what the purchaser must look like wearing the dainty lingerie.  My major
suppliers visit the shop every other week to rotate their stock.  I only
pay for what I sell, and always have the current fashions on display.  It's
a good arrangement for both of us, it's not the usual arrangement for
businesses such as mine, but the suppliers use my store as a test market.
Many think it odd that a mature male operates a shop catering to girls and
women, but I enjoy my job and have worked hard to make it successful.

   Often my shop offers the latest of designer fashions to see how the
public reacts, as my clients are a large cross section of the female buying
public.  The majority of my customers are trendy preteens, teens and young
women full of life and wanting to be on the cutting edge of fashion.  Over
the past two years, many of what could be described as the mature group has
started patronising my store.  With their well-toned bodies, they can wear
the current fashions.  What the younger set willingly pays for designer
labels would shock most of their parents.

   It's the beginning of winter and the trees are in their glorious colors
of a multitude of Christmas lights, make me feel joyous.  With Christmas
just around the corner, this is the major selling season for retailers.  It
will be hard, arduous work for the next six weeks, but well worth it.  When
it's busy, the time seems to go fast.  Unfortunately, the closer Dec.  25th
gets, my memories of wondrous Christmas's in the past, gives me an empty
feeling for what is about to transpire, Christmas alone and watching the
repeats of so many seasonal programs.

   The steady flow of shapely women and young girls keeps my adrenalin
pumping.  Every day the endless procession of beautiful clients with
pockets full of money reconfirms the good choice I made for a vocation.  My
part-time staff consists of a young female student.  Her parents are close
friends.  She assists me Friday nights and Saturdays.  The rest of the
time, I handle the store on my own, except for the two weeks prior to
Christmas.  Then I usually hire another young lady as well to help with the
seasonal shoppers.

   Most of my regular clients have become friends.  We address each other
by first names and talk about life in general.  I am a sounding board for
many of them, which allows me to get to know some very personally.  Female
company for me is never lacking, it's a good life.  My shop is the ideal
situation to meet young girls and many do not seem to mind an audience as
they prance around semi-nude when they try on the various pieces of
clothing.  Some have paraded by me totally nude, teasing me.  The wonderful
part is I've been intimate with a number of them.  Life is good.

   My latest love is Melanie, a high school student.  At fourteen, she has
a tremendous appetite for sex.  This affair started nearly four months ago,
when she came into my store to purchase a bathing suit.  Modesty wasn't her
big concern as she tried numerous suits, giving me a show of her youthful
body.  While not the biggest in the breast department, her perky boobs did
bounce as she moved about.  Of course, the best sight is when she leans
over, her butt facing me.  Her love lips bulged from the pressure of her
leaning over, opening her blossom.  When she noticed the effect she was
having on me, she started to laugh.  It was late in the afternoon, so I
placed the closed sign in the window and locked the door.  Melanie followed
me into the back room wearing a micro bikini.  One thing lead to another,
we were soon panting, striving for sexual satisfaction.  From that day
forward, she makes time for me at least twice a week.  Her skin is
flawless, her pussy still bald.  Just thinking about her gets me hard.

   I have been alone for the past seven years, after twelve years of
marriage.  I was devoted to my wife.  But the long hours needed to develop
a fledgling business, took a heavy toll.  Rita got involved with a man at
her office.  Coming home one night after a relatively long day, all there
was is a note from Rita, advising she was in love with someone else and was
leaving me.  She wanted a divorce.  She had taken only her clothes and
personal items.  Two months later the divorce was finalized and I haven't
seen or heard from her since.  Having no children fortunately, it was a
very clean break.  Devoting all my time to my new business, it developed
into a thriving and very profitable enterprise, making me proud of what I
have accomplished.

   A little about myself, my name is Dave Weeks, just turned fifty-one. 
Fortunately, all the long hours haven't affected my health.  I still feel
young and very virile, allowing me to appreciate the young ladies that
frequent my store.  Woman, young and old, seem to show an interest in me.
It certainly isn't my looks, as they are nothing special.

   My sales counter is positioned in such a way that it allows me to
observe the street and the interesting people passing by.  My few breaks
during the day are spent looking out the window relating to the local
people and getting to know them.  Not in person, but when you see them
daily for months at a time, you get the feeling you do know them.  One in
particular, a young girl has been a dream girl of mine.  She is in the ten
to thirteen-age group, has a beautiful, dark face, and a developing body.
It is so hard to tell her age considering the way many of them dress and
their ability with makeup.  She always appears around eight thirty in the
morning and then again at three thirty in the afternoon, most likely a
student at one of the local schools.  I haven't noticed her for a couple of
months, but her beautiful face is in my memory.  It is not that I miss her,
but when she reappears, it is evident why she has not been in the area. 
There is something different about her.  She's pregnant.

   For the next six months, she walks by my shop in the morning and returns
about three-thirty in the afternoon, even though pregnant, she is still
going to school.  As the time passes, she gets bigger and bigger.  Then one
day, she doesn't appear.  Over the next four days, she did not make an
appearance.  I dismissed her from my mind.

   Then two days later, she appears looking much thinner, she has had her
baby.  A customer enters the shop as she is walking by, so I couldn't
actually check her.  Later in the day and to my surprise, I notice her
sitting on the bench opposite my shop.  That is something she has never
done before.  My day continues to be very busy.  In the evening, while
locking up, I notice she is still sitting in the same spot.  She must be
waiting for someone who is hours late.

   With a major supplier due tomorrow, tonight is going to be a late night.
With little more than a month before Christmas, new styles will boost
seasonal sales.  I have to do an inventory and get the items ready to be
returned.  That keeps me busy until nearly ten.  Time goes fast and having
done this so often, it is down to a fine art.  Finally complete, it is ten
fifteen.  Exhausted, all I can think of is a hot shower, a bite to eat and
a large Black Russian before turning in.  Locking the shop, I glance
towards the bench.  The young girl is still there.  She is curled up,
trying to keep warm.  The light jacket she is wearing certainly isn't a
defence for this cold weather.  Something is definitely wrong!  The sound
of me walking towards her has her look up.

   "Hello, is there anything I can do to help you?"

   When she looks up at me, eyes swollen, it is obvious she has been
crying. Her body is shaking and shivering.  When she moves, her light
jacket opens, showing large damp areas on her wrinkled white blouse in the
area of her nipples.  The young girl is lactating and she looks in very
rough shape.

   "Nobody can help me.  I lost my baby.  Then my dad threw me out of the
house.  I've no place to go."

   The back of my neck goes prickly, as the thought of anyone turning away
from this young girl in her obvious time of need.  It's unbelievable,
especially from family.

   "Do you have any money?  When did you eat last?"

   "No money.  I haven't eaten anything but an apple for two days.  Last
night, I nearly froze, it was so cold.  I don't think I can last another
night.  My breasts are full of milk and are dripping.  I stink, and I need
a bath.  I hurt all over."

   She hangs her head in her hands sobbing, it appears her nerves are about
to give out.  Her breathing is labored as she tries to hold back her sobs.
Something has to be done to help her.

   "Do you have anything with you?"

   "No.  My dad just ordered me out of the house with the clothes on my
back."

   "What is your name?"

   "Jayden Piggott."

   "Would you like to come with me, I can offer you a good meal and a place
to get cleaned up.  Things will look better after you are warm and
refreshed.  Talking about it, may help."

   She looks at me with distrust.  After what she has been through, she
still has the sense to be cautious.

   "Let me help you.  If you don't feel comfortable coming with me, I will
drive you anywhere you like."

   She's close to more tears.  Nodding her head, she accepts my offer.

   "Good.  I want to help, really.  How about some clothes?  What size?"

   "Usually petite, but my breasts are bigger since I got pregnant and my
tummy is still stretched, it looks like a marshmallow."

   "Well, I am sure we can get something to fit.  Come with me."

   Helping her off the bench, her body trembling, she is so cold and weak.
I think the better of having her walk to the parking lot.

   "No, you better stay here.  I will get my van and be right back."

   Returning with the van, she is still sitting, huddled on the bench and
shivering.  But now she is crying.

   "I thought you weren't coming back.  Thank you for being so kind, I
don't mean to cry, but I am cold, hungry and sore all over."

   "When did you have the baby?"

   "Four days ago, I was released from the hospital yesterday.  My child
was still-born."

   "How old are you Jayden?"

   "Thirteen."

   I help her to the van, and make sure she is comfortable.  Not wanting to
pry into her grief, I do wonder who the father of the child was and where
the hell he is now.  She is very young to be thrown out on the street on
her own, especially during the Christmas season when she should be
contemplating a joyous time with her family.  It was her dark complexion
that really caught my attention when I first noticed her months ago.  That
is what made me single her out from all the other young, beautiful, girls
walking by my shop.  I have always been attracted to the beautiful skin
shades.  If anyone has been watching, they must think I have had too much
to drink, making a U-turn and stopping in front of the shop, my right wheel
on the sidewalk.

   "Do you have enough strength to come into the shop so I can fit you with
some clothing?"

   "You own this shop?"

   "Yes.  I have been here for nearly ten years.  I have seen you walk by
many times.  Do you go to school nearby?"

   "Yes, I do, but I don't know what I will do now that my dad threw me
out."

   "We can talk about that later.  Let's get you a change of clothes."

   She selects two changes of clothing, including a number of bras and
panties combinations and a pair of shoes.  Making a note of everything, as
it has to be removed from the inventory tomorrow.  Jayden looks a bit more
at ease as the heat of the store warms her chilled body.

   "By the way, I am Dave Weeks."

   "I am so happy to meet you, Dave Weeks."

   Driving home, I wonder what I'm getting into.  I keep glancing at her.
Her full lips and beautiful face, mesmerizes me.  Her family has spent
money to straighten her hair and keep it styled, how in the hell could they
abandon her in her hour of need?  Jayden's legs are well toned, showing
beautiful calf muscles.  There is fresh dampness on her blouse.  She smells
of sour milk.  The way her breasts are protruding from her body, suggest
they are ample.  I wonder how well-endowed she is without the lactation. 
All her clothes will have to be laundered after she bathes.  Stopping at a
drug store, the purchases include pads, bra liners and a breast pump,
hopefully to remove her milk that seems to pouring from her.  She will feel
better.  What was her father thinking when he threw her out of the house.
She is so young and venerable.  Jayden should not be on her own at this
time in her life.  She needs support and love, not rejection.

   I live in a two-story home in a large, well respected, residential
subdivision of Abbotsville.  The mature trees and hedge bordering my
property provides a sense of privacy.  The garage door automatically opens
as the Montana turns into the driveway.  As soon as the van enters, a light
comes on.  Once inside, the door automatically closes, gathering all the
clothing and then going to the passenger door I open it for Jayden.

   "Well, this is what I call home, Jayden.  Do you need some help?"

   "No, Dave.  I don't know what to say.  You don't know me, but you are
helping me the way my dad should have.  Why?"

   "Because I can, and having lived alone for several years, it will be
nice to have a guest.  There is tons of room.  My business is small, but is
very successful.  So I can help you, besides it is the Christmas season
when people should be helping others in need.  Please come in."

   Watching as she struggles to move her body and follow me, is painful. 
Every time she touches her breasts, she winces.  The ordeal of the birth
and the lack of decent meals have taken its' toll.  Just the stress of
having a still-born and then being thrown out of her home has to have been
horrendous and traumatic.  Once in the kitchen, I offer her a chair, and
then plug in the kettle.  A hot drink will do wonders for her.

   "Let me make you a hot chocolate, Jayden.  The first thing we will do is
get you cleaned up.  You will feel better after a warm bath.  I will get
you one of my T-shirts to wear as a nighty."

   Leading her to the bathroom, steaming mug in her hand, I show her where
the towels, shampoo and soap are.

   "I will be back with the T-shirt."

   Locating a T-shirt, I go back to the kitchen to get the pads, clean
panties, breast pump and a toothbrush and return upstairs to the bathroom
door and knock.

   "Jayden.  I have your things.  Just open the door and I will hand them
to you.  Please just pile your clothes on the top of the hamper, I will
launder them later.  You can find me in the kitchen getting something ready
for us to eat."

   Her hand comes out and grabs the supplies.  Building myself a double
Black Russian, I head for the kitchen and rummage through the refrigerator.
Soon there is a platter of cold cuts, cheese, crackers and veggies for
supper.  Not expecting company I usually eat very sparsely on my late
nights, I don't have much of anything to eat, certainly not for two.  If
Jayden stays, it will necessitate a visit to the grocery store tomorrow.

   The tub draining signals she should be down shortly.  Absorbed in the
newspaper, the sound of Jayden coming down the stairs has me look towards
the sound.  The first impression, she looks much better, there is a sparkle
in her big, brown, eyes.  My T-shirt looks much better on her, than it ever
did on me.

   "How do you feel?  You look much better.  Please sit down and eat and if
you don't see something, just ask.  I may have it."

   "I feel much better, but my breasts really hurt.  I am so full of milk.
Do you know how long this lasts?"

   "No, I don't, but I will make arrangements for you to go to the doctor
tomorrow.  What you need is a good meal and some sleep.  Did the breast
pump work?"

   She shakes her head no.  I watch as she devours everything in sight. 
After the meal, topped off with two glasses of milk, Jayden spirits have
improved immensely.  What a clean body and a full stomach will do. 
Watching her, I notice every time her breasts touch something, she
continues to wince.  They are really tender.  Her thong and bra are very
evident through the thin material of the T-shirt.  Her puffy stomach is
outlined in the material.  I know what I would love to do with her breasts,
suck them dry and take the pressure away.

   "If you are ready for bed, I will show you the guest room.  I don't have
many guests.  You will be the first one in five years.  But I do have the
room ready, just in case."

   Her soft footsteps follow me.  The guest room is a full bedroom, with a
bathroom en-suite.  In all the years since living here, it has only been
used three or four times.

   "I think you will find it comfortable.  Let me know if there is anything
else you may need.  We will talk in the morning, before I head out to
work."

   After cleaning up the kitchen, I head for the shower.  Jayden has
cleaned up after her bath; her dirty clothes are in a pile.  I grab them
and head for the laundry room.  Her blouse and bra are marked with milk
stains.  What gets my attentions are her panties.  They are light blue with
a lace trim, and very sexy.  I can see pee stains and residue from her
pussy due to the birth.  I wonder who could have been so unthinking to get
such a young girl pregnant.  Loving such a young beautiful girl is one
thing, but getting her pregnant, and then abandoning her, is another.  I
make two small piles and place one in the washer.  After showering, the
first load will go into the dryer and the other in the washer.

   There are no sounds coming from upstairs, Jayden has settled down and
gone to sleep.  What will happen tomorrow?  Will Jayden want to resume
going to school?  I think that would be best.  These are items that will
have to be addressed tomorrow morning.  It has been a long day and tomorrow
will be here shortly.  Retiring, my mind is hashing over the many potential
situations concerning Jayden.  Finally, sleep overtakes me.

   In the middle of a very sexy dream watching Jayden undress before she
joins me and just as she is about to remove her bra and panties, someone is
poking me in the shoulder.  Ready to take a punch at my instigator, I wake.
Jayden is standing beside my bed, tears running down her face.

   "Mr.  Weeks, I am sorry to wake you, but I can't sleep, my breasts are
so full and I still can't get the breast pump to work."

   In the half light, she makes a very tantalizing figure.  It is obvious
she has taken off her bra, as the T-shirt is hanging from her protruding
nipples and showing very large, darkened patches of dampness.  The outline
of the V-string panties I picked out for her, give an overall sexy image
that I am sure Jayden doesn't appreciate, in this situation.  Turning on
the light, her face radiates beauty, what I wouldn't do to kiss those full,
lush, lips.

   "What would you like me to do, Jayden?"

   "Anything you can, to stop the hurting."

   The only way I can think of is to suck each breast dry.  A taste I would
love, but do I dare suggest it?  Her face is now wincing with pain,
something has to be done.

   "Jayden, the only thing I can suggest is having someone suck your
nipples to drain your breasts, just like a baby would.  I am really not the
one to ask, as I have never had any children of my own."

   "Would you suck my nipples?"

   Would I?  It will be a dream coming true.  Not wanting to appear too
anxious, I look into her beautiful, dark brown, pleading, eyes.  Who could
resist?

   "Jayden, I am willing to try."

   What happens next has me trembling.  Jayden slowly removes the T-shirt,
revealing two very beautiful, full breasts, with large oversized nipples,
each is slowly leaking milk as one drop disappears, another forms.  They
look like two large thumbs, each one tipped with white drops of mother's
milk.  Her tummy is puffy and so soft, a result of the birth.  The white
V-string is tight against her pubes, giving me a fabulous view.  Her luv
lips are thick and heavy, they are bare, a result of shaving prior to
giving birth.  The only hair left, is a small mat of dark, curly hairs,
just above her V-string, the sight has my mouth watering for more.  It
doesn't appear Jayden will have stretch marks, but I make a mental note to
talk to the pharmacy and the doctor about what they would suggest to make
sure it doesn't happen.

   "What do we do, Dave?"

   "I think you should sit down, with me lying across your lap.  Maybe we
should go downstairs."

   Jayden doesn't seem to be listening as she moves towards me and then
lowers a luscious, brown nipple, to my mouth.  Mouthing her, and then
sucking, the flow of thick, hot mother's milk is a pleasant, but welcome,
surprise.  It has a very distinct taste to it, very piquant. 
Unconsciously, I reach up and massage her breasts, to help release all the
built up milk in her breasts.  Jayden sighs with relief as the pressure is
relieved.  Me, I am surprised at the volume of milk from one breast.  This
is a sexual treat.  It must have some sexual connotation for Jayden as
well, her hips are moving back and forth and the look on her face is
trance-like.  Her body shudders, her eyes open, and there seems to be a
look of embarrassment in her eyes.  Did she just climax?  When I am sucking
air, Jayden provides me with the other nipple.  The hot, thick fluid runs
down my throat.  Finally, she is totally depleted.

   "That feels so good, Dave.  I don't know how to thank you.  I have never
felt anything like it before."

   She did have a climax; her nipples must be super sensitive.  I am still
mesmerized, studying her soft breasts and her luscious nipples.

   "No thanks required.  To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure how it would
taste, but it is very delicious.  I am happy to do it for you."

   Thinking Jayden would get up and return to the guest room, she surprises
me again.  She curls up beside me, with her head on the spare pillow; she
is naked with the exception of her panties.  All of this does nothing for
my throbbing erection.  This is the first time in many years I have shared
my marital bed with anyone.  I had a fling with a neighbor two years after
my wife left me, but she moved.  All my shop related affairs have been
consummated on a very comfortable cot I have in the back room of the shop.
The youngest girl I have fucked was eleven, unfortunately her dad got
transferred.  She still visits me from time to time, when her family
returns to visit friends, expressly to get screwed.  Something I look
forward too.  What I have seen of Jayden's body has me panting for more of
her, but considering what she has been through, I have no plans on pursuing
my desires.  Jayden is on my mind as sleep overtakes me for the second time
tonight.

   Waking up, Jayden's body is up against me spoon fashion.  My face is
buried in her hair.  The scent of shampoo fills my nostrils.  She has
maneuvered into me, pushing against my cock that is now growing.  There is
no way she isn't aware of it.  Finally she stirs, looking at me and
smiling.

   "Wow, I really slept.  My breasts didn't hurt at all.  But I am full
again."

   Jayden moves into position, putting her dripping nipple in my mouth.  I
drain both in record time as today is a work day.  Jayden leaves the room,
leaving me to head for the shower.  All sorts of questions start running
through my mind.  What will I do about Jayden?  She is still young enough
to be a ward of children services at the minimum, but I really don't think
they would help her.  Besides, it is Christmas, and the last thing I want,
is for her to endure more disappointments.  She needs to see a doctor to
ensure there are no after-birth problems.  How in the hell am I going to
approach my doctor to ask him to assist.  How do I explain Jayden?

   At breakfast, Jayden still has a ferocious appetite.  After bacon, eggs
and toast, she downs more milk.  The beauty has come back to her skin.  Her
smile is genuine.  She is a beautiful, young, desirable woman.  A young
lady I wish to know much better.  She tells me she is planning to go back
to school and will need clothing.



   My doctor agrees to see Jayden, I don't give any explanation.  It is
actually none of his concern what the connection is between us, but he will
likely be curious.  Hell, I don't know the connection.  Before leaving for
work, I give Jayden my work number, then directions to the doctor's office.
Her appointment is in the morning.  I ask her to drop by the shop after.

   My supplier is waiting for me when I arrive at the shop.  Two hours
later, I am waving good bye as he leaves with his returned stock and
leaving me to unpack the newest styles, many with a Christmas motif.  They
should be appreciated by my clientele.  It will take me the balance of the
day to unpack and stock everything.  It is nearly twelve thirty when Jayden
comes into the shop.  Bringing her to the back room, I offer her a coffee
or milk.  She takes the milk.

   "So, how did the doctor visit go?"

   "I am fine.  He checked me all over and said he is happy with what he
found.  He gave me a prescription to help dry up my milk.  He also gave me
this prescription and said I should start taking them after my next
period."

   It's for birth control pills.  With the four repeats, it will keep her
protected for nearly a year.  I remember my first time enjoying sex; I
couldn't wait for the next.  I wonder if becoming pregnant has turned
Jayden off sex.  I hope not, it would be such a waste.

   "I will get both filled for you.  Did the doctor have anything else to
say, any embarrassing questions?"

   "He asked a few questions about how it happened, but I didn't answer
them.  Any health questions I answered, if I knew the answers."

   "Now that is settled, what do you plan to do next?"

   "I don't know what I can do.  My dad still won't talk to me.  I called,
but he hung up when he heard my voice.  I don't know what to do."

   "Do you want to go back to school?"

   "Of course, I have no skills to get a job.  Besides, who would hire a
thirteen year old?"

   "Well, I can help.  We will have to think up a story as to how we are
connected, any suggestions?  Actually, I am not close to anyone in the
area, all my friends are my clients, and my neighbors won't actually come
into play.  I have kept to myself since my wife left."

   "I remember an old movie where a war buddy took care of a friend's
family because he has saved his life.  Were you in the army?"

   "I had a two year stretch, and met a lot of very good people."

   "Well, I am the daughter of one of your old buddies.  My school doesn't
have to know who you are.  I will just change address in the office, they
will just assume my family moved or split up.  My friends won't think twice
about it, as most of them have divorced parents."

   "Give me the number of your school and I will call them, and tell them
you will be back in a week.  The pills should take care of the lactation.
What will they say about your child?"

   "Nothing, there are three girls pregnant in various grades.  It is not
something out of the ordinary.  My friends will ask me how it went, but
once they know, they will understand."

   "Good.  Now, I have to get back to work."

   "Can I help?"

   "I certainly could use some help.  All those boxes have to be unpacked
and the inventory checked against this invoice."

   "I think I can figure that out."

   For the balance of the day, Jayden opens boxes, then checks the contents
against the invoice and puts them on the shelves.  I help between
customers. Numerous times, I stare at Jayden when she stretches to put
items on the higher shelves.  She has a very sexy bum when her slacks pull
deep into her ass crack.  Her dark complexion seems to glow.  The vision of
her breasts, and large nipples, keeps coming to mind.  A number of clients
give her a curious glance, but as she is working, they assume she is just
part time help.

   At three o'clock, I put the "back in fifteen minutes" sign up, time to
drain Jayden's full breasts.  I am going to miss her liquid treat, not to
mention feeling her soft breasts.  If we keep this up, I won't have to buy
groceries for myself.  Breast milk is very filling.  During the day, in the
few breaks we have, Jayden selects additional clothing.  We decide that a
trip to the mall will be needed.  At six, we close the shop and head home.

   Stopping at the pharmacy for the prescriptions, a short discussion with
the pharmacist gives me a couple of suggestions to help Jayden's tummy skin
to shrink without stretch marks.  It is a lotion to be rubbed on her tummy
three times a day.  Later, we turn heads as we shop for needed groceries.
This is totally new to Jayden.  She has never been grocery shopping before.
At home, she helps with unpacking, as I start our dinner.  After helping
me, she disappears to the bathroom, returning bathed and wearing a robe. 
We both do dishes when the meal is done and end up in the living room.  She
looks at me, and then exposes a nipple, my call to duty.  Her milk tastes
so sweet.

   Jayden asked me to help spread the lotion on her tummy the first night,
and from that point on, she brings me the bottle.  Usually, it is right
after she has nursed me.  Her tummy is so soft, each time I have to fight
the urge to bury my face in her softness.  While rubbing the lotion into
her skin, I can't help stare at her pubes.  Her legs are slightly spread,
exposing her thick, panty covered, love lips.  I have to fight the desire
to let my hand slip under the waistband of her panties and touch what my
mind wishes me to taste.

   Over the next ten days, it becomes a ritual, I get to drain her at least
three times a day, and on a couple of days, four times.  I am concerned
when her volume of milk isn't reducing after taking the pills.

   "Those pills don't seem to be working."

   "I haven't taken any."

   That surprises me.  I know she wants to go back to school, starting
Monday.  How will she be able to last before the pressure of her full
breasts start aching?

   "Why not?"

   "To tell you the truth, I love the feel of you sucking my nipples.  It
really makes me feel so good.  I have watched you enjoying me, so I thought
maybe we could make it last."

   Those good feelings are Jayden enjoying her climaxes.  Jayden has the
ability to explode while her nipple is being sucked.  Watching her body
tense up, and then her release, is beautiful.  The look on her face is well
worth the effort of me sucking her dry.  A small job that is thoroughly
enjoyable.  Over the last week, I feel more energetic.  Could it be the
result of her milk or just my overactive imagination?

   "I love sucking your nipples, Jayden.  But you are so young; I have no
idea if it will have any negative results on your body."

   "I don't think there will be any, many in my family have nursed their
babies for nearly a year and nothing happens, other than their titties
sometimes sag after it is over."

   Jayden does return to school.  At lunch, she hurries to the shop and
quickly has me enjoy as much milk as possible, then returns to school. 
After our evening meal, she nurses me like a child.  We get up early so I
can enjoy her milk in the morning, without being rushed.  She enjoys the
additional time as well, with her multiple climaxes.  All of this nursing
usually leaves me in a very frustrated state, as I have not attempted
anything sexual with Jayden.

   Fortunately for me, a young girl, one of my clients enjoys sex.  She is
very willing to appear at the shop early in the morning.  Over the last
couple of weeks, we get together before I open and fuck our brains out,
relieving me of the passion I feel for Jayden.  Then Christy goes to school
with my load of cum slowly seeping onto a pad.  With Christy giving me
regular relief, it keeps the strain of not having sex with Jayden at bay.

   Jayden proves to be a real asset at the store.  The customers take to
her quickly.  She is knowledgeable about the products and has the ability
to sell to her peers.  Her young body quickly bounces back to normal.  With
the exception of a bit of baby fat, her tummy is returning to its' pre-baby
state, with no stretch marks.  That hasn't stopped our nightly ritual of
nursing me, and then rubbing her tummy with lotion.

   Three weeks before Christmas, Jayden starts taking the pills to dry her
breasts.  I hate to lose it, but know it is the right thing to do.

   One evening, while applying the lotion, she opens her eyes and looks at
me.  There is something different about her face.  Lifting herself into a
sitting position, her arms encircle my neck and she kisses me.  It is our
first kiss.  Her second kiss is wet; her tongue is playing touchy, touchy
with mine.  She pushes her bare breasts against me.  My hands rub up and
down her back.

   "Dave, you haven't even attempted to touch me since I have been here. 
Don't you like me?"'

   "Jayden, like isn't the word, I think I've fallen in love with you."'

   Jayden's face shows an expression of surprise, and then it softens, as
she leans into me.  The feelings running through my mind about being chaste
with her are slowly flowing away.  All the time helping Jayden, I was under
the impression it was the right thing to do.  But, actually, my underlying
purpose is to keep her close to me.  Moving away from me, she stands,
staring me eye to eye and removes her panties, exposing the tuft of black
curly hair above the beginning of her massive, puffy, pussy lips.  The
labia minor protrude nearly one half inch.  She sits beside me, takes my
hand and places it between her legs and squeezes.

   "The doctor told me not to do anything for six weeks.  I wondered what
he meant, then it dawned on me, no sex for six weeks.  The waiting period
will be over next week."

   "You don't have to do this, Jayden."

   "I know, but I do enjoy doing it."

   Pulling her into my body, I wonder whom she enjoyed it with.  Whoever it
was left her high and dry and at the mercy of her father, who disowned her.
This is the first time she brought up the subject.

   "Dave, you have never asked me how it happened.'

   "I didn't think it was my place to ask.  It can't be changed."

   "It was my brother.  Perhaps it is a good thing the child was
still-born. Since I have been living with you, I have read a number of
articles about incest."

   Jayden seems to be able to talk about it, without tears.  She is
concerned, but handling it.

   "Where is your brother?"

   "My dad sent him to a military college in the south.  He threatened to
have him arrested for rape it he didn't comply.  Bob is eighteen."

   "How long had you been intimate?"

   "It started when I was ten.  At that time, it was just touching and
fingering.  We then did oral, and on my eleventh birthday, he took my
cherry.  No, it wasn't rape; I wanted it as much as he did.  He took my
anal cherry as well.  I don't know what I enjoy more, my pussy or my bum
hole.  I can cum with both.  We had watched videos of people fucking.  I
was more than willing to be his partner.  When I started my period, Bob
used condoms, but one night, we slipped up and he cum in me.  I started to
show in the fifth month.  My baggy clothes no longer concealed my growing
tummy.  I told them it happened at a party, but Bob wouldn't let me take
the blame on my own and confessed to having sex with me.  Dad was angry and
told mom he would support me and the baby until I could manage on my own.
When the child was still-born, he threw me out."

   As Jayden bared her soul, I can't help myself; my fingers explored her
love lips.  They do feel massive, and her clitoris is large.  Her hard
button protrudes nearly an inch from the top of her slit.  It is large, and
in my mind, so suckable.  Her body starts to tremble as my finger
manipulates it.

   "Dave, that feels good.  You have a light touch."

   Jayden cups my bulge, surprising me.  The feelings resurfacing are
unbelievable.  The last time was when my wife and I were courting, a
helluva long time ago.  Her warm hand slips under the waistband and grasps
my shaft.  The shock, and the built up feelings, nearly have me
ejaculating. Then I realize, my hand at her pussy is drenched with her
juice.  My thoughts are that her breasts will be dry shortly, but her pussy
will make up for it.  There will still be a source of Jayden from between
her legs.

   Again she moves and looks at me, her brown eyes showing so much
affection.  On her knees, she grabs my pants, indicating to me to lift my
ass, and then she lowers them, exposing my very hard and willing cock. 
When she engulfs me, it nearly does me in.  Her tongue feels so good on my
mushroom head.  Jayden is an accomplished cock sucker.

   She brings me to the brink, then has me cum and swallows my load.  My
hips lift, attempting to get more of my shaft in her throat.  An aura of
satisfaction fills me.  Opening my eyes, she is finishing off a small drop
of sperm oozing out of the small slit in my cock.  She looks up with her
angel face and smiles.

   "Thank you, Jayden."

   "There is no six weeks of waiting for me to do that, besides, I enjoy
it."

   When she kisses me, I can taste myself on her tongue.  Still nude, she
grasps my hand and we climb the stairs to my bedroom.  Jayden lies on the
bed, and then teasingly spreads her legs ever so slowly.  Her blossom
opens, exposing the beautiful, pink hew interior, of her cunt.  Her love
lips are full, her labia minor protruding, beckoning me to move closer. 
Her large, pink clitoris is out of its hood.  All in all, it is a
marvellous sight.  The musky scent, matches the taste.  Indulging in
something I enjoyed thoroughly, since the first time I tasted a pussy, I
close my eyes and savor.

   Jayden's clitoris is sensitive, her body trembles with multiple
climaxes. Spreading her lips, I am able to insert my tongue into her.  Her
asshole is puckered and accepts my lubricated finger.  When I finally come
up for air, the clock tells me we have been at this for nearly an hour.  My
cock has regained it rigidity.  Rolling on her tummy, she reaches back and
spreads her cheeks.

   "Dave, I don't have to wait for you to use this, if you don't mind."

   Her asshole is stretched open, glistening with her pussy juice.  I
haven't enjoyed anal since my wife left me.  Most of the girls I have been
involved with at the store enjoyed me licking and fingering their rose
buds, but I never had the nerve to fuck them there.  Kneeling between her
legs, she grasps me and guides me to a very warm, moist opening.  At the
ease that I slip in, it is apparent she and her brother had used this
option often.  With the great feeling it produces for me, it is correct to
assume it will be used on a regular basis from this point on.

   Jayden has mastered the use of her anal muscles.  She has the ability to
squeeze my shaft and enhance the feelings.  Using, long, full strokes, I
manage to keep from cumming until Jayden stiffens and climaxes.  With my
cock buried as deep as possible in her, I open the gates and cum pours out
of me for the second time tonight.

   When my stub slips out of its very wet home, Jayden's asshole stays
open. It is a very sexual sight, seeing gobs of my white cum seeping out of
her black asshole.  Later, we shower together.  Looking at her naked body,
I thank whoever for giving me the sense to offer Jayden help in her time of
need.  With her as part of my life, I don't feel empty anymore.

   The closer we get to Christmas, the busier the shop is.  Jayden is now a
permanent fixture after school.  She is a very quick picking up a sales
attitude and the sales volume shows it.  Each night we go through the same
ritual, dinner, clean up, and then enjoy each other's company.  Jayden
hasn't slept in her bed since her giving me my first blow job.  Another
good thing is the neighbors have accepted the fact she is living here
without question.

   Jayden even brought home two of her young classmates to meet me.  Both
are living with blended families, so Jayden's situation is nothing strange.
Both girls are very attractive.  Watching the three of them together, keeps
me on my toes.  Both seem to take pleasure in teasing me with their preteen
bodies.  Both girls are twelve, going on twenty.  Their young bodies just
don't quit.  I know I shouldn't be thinking of this, but I can't help
wonder if they are as willing for sex as Jayden.

   With Jayden living with me, Christmas takes on a better meaning.  I will
have someone to share my time with.  Jayden has attempted to talk to her
father on numerous occasions, only to have him hang up.  She talks to her
mother often, telling her she is well taken care of.  Jayden has a twelve
year old sister, Cassandra.  She just revealed this revelation to me last
week, when she asked me if her sister could visit.

   The visit is to take place Saturday, after the store is closed.  It
seems their father is out of town for the weekend on business.  He has
forbidden Cassandra even to talk to her sister.  Jayden tells me they are
very close.  When I asked her if Cassandra knew about her and her brother,
she just smiles.

   The Saturday is the last one before Christmas.  With Jayden and three
other part-time girls, we manage to satisfy all the clients.  The shelves
are depleted of stock.  On Monday, my suppliers have promised a needed
shipment, but I won't hold my breath.  Exhausted, we all enjoy a soft drink
and cookies when we finally get the door closed.  They have earned their
pay today.  Finally, they leave.  Jayden and I still have to visit the
grocery before going home.  Cassandra will be there by eight.  Jayden asks
if she can stay the night.  The look on my face tells her of my
disappointment, not of the fact that Cassandra is visiting, but it will be
necessary to sleep alone.  Over the past couple of weeks, I have gotten to
look forward to having Jayden's receptive body beside me, even if we don't
have sex every night

   "Dave, don't look so glum, it will only be one night.  I will make it up
to you tomorrow."

   While taking care of putting away the groceries, Jayden is getting ready
for her sister.  When I hear the shower, a smile comes to my face imagining
Jayden's naked body, with the water flowing down.  When she appears, she is
dressed in low rider jeans and a designer T-shirt.  Her tummy looks good, a
slight bulge, normal with most of my clients.

   "Cassandra should be here any time now.  I really missed her.  We are
close, but it is hard talking to her with daddy always cutting in on the
telephone calls."

   "I am going to get cleaned up."

   One good thing about following Jayden in the bathroom is she leaves her
lingerie in a neat pile for washing.  Since she has been here, I have
provided a complete wardrobe for her.  Her body needs to be caressed by
soft material.  A number of trips to the mall, and visits to what I
consider my only competitor in the lingerie, Victoria's Secret, provide
Jayden with a number of bra and thong combinations.  I can't help but
admire and enjoy the feel, and the scent, of her soiled lingerie.

   Standing in the shower and nursing an erection, I wonder when it will be
relieved.  Jayden has provided me with blow-jobs on a regular basis,
supplemented with anal sex.  She still hasn't offered me her pussy.  Drying
myself, I hear the door chimes.  Cassandra must have arrived.

   Shortly after Cassandra arrived, I am being introduced to a Jayden
look-alike.  She is a smaller, but has all the same features.  Hell,
together, they look like twins.

   "I want to thank you for taking care of my sister.  My dad is a real
tyrant.  Mom is afraid of him."

   "I'm glad to help.  It is nice to meet you.  If I didn't know better,
you two could pass for twins."

   "We use to confuse Bob many times.  He never caught on, we did
everything that Jayden and he enjoyed.  I love him for that."

   Looking at her, I can't help but envy Bob.  First enjoying Jayden, and
secondly, for enjoying Cassandra.  Jayden is beaming with pride and
happiness.  She has a strong attachment for her sister.  It is twelve when
they bid me goodnight.  Once in bed and resolving to spend it by myself,
reminds me of the first days my wife left me.

   It seems to take hours for me to fall into a very restless sleep, my
body tosses and turns, waking myself several times.  Hell, I miss Jayden
beside me.  Sometime during the night, a figure joins me in bed, figuring
it is Jayden; my hand cups her breast, pulling her against me.  She rolls
to the side and pushes me on my back, straddling me.  In the half light,
her nipples are standing out, silhouetted in the light.  With my hands on
her hips, she moves and lifts her body above my proud cock, then slowly
lowers her body.  At last, Jayden is giving me her pussy.  A swell of pride
goes through my body.  I have been waiting for this since she arrived.  The
best thing is, she is doing it on her own, and she wants me as well.

   Watching, she lowers her body, the tip of my cock feels the warm
moisture of her pussy, then the head disappears and I feel her heat.  Then,
I sense something is wrong.  There should be no resistance fucking a girl
that has just had a baby, but there is.  It isn't Jayden, it's Cassandra
and she is still a virgin, check that, no longer a virgin.  Her powerful
down thrust took care of that.  The feeling of her tight pussy engulfing my
cock is overwhelming.

   "Cassandra?"

   "Yes."

   "Why?"

   "Jayden told me what you have done for her.  My brother never did fuck
me in my pussy, but did use my ass often.  When Jayden knew it was going to
be anal, she let me be her substitute.  Bob was always so excited, he
couldn't tell the difference.  I would leave his bed to go to the bathroom,
and Jayden would return.  I was going to tell him once, before Jayden got
pregnant, but thought the better of it."

   "But why me?"

   "Because of Jayden, it's your Christmas present from her.  But I'm a
willing participant"

   As I am about to answer, she starts pumping.  The feeling of her tight
pussy on my cock takes over everything.  Straining to meet her every
thrust, my hot sperm is soon rushing deep into Cassandra.  What a feeling.

   Cassandra leans over and gives me a kiss.  Her nipples bore into my
naked chest.  Her scent sweeps over me.  The feelings have me thinking I
must have died and gone to heaven, running my hand up and down her smooth
back, finally cupping her soft bum cheeks.  After all the Christmas's I
have been alone, this year I'm blest.  When my shrinking cock slips out of
its home, she cuddles in beside me.  The sheets will be a mess, but who
cares.  In the dim light, a shadowy figure walks towards the bed, Jayden
crawls in beside me.

   "Did you like your Christmas gift?"

   "I still can't believe it happened?"

   "Oh, it did, and I have the sore pussy to prove it."

   With both girls cuddle against me, my mind attempts to solve the
problems of the world, then it dawns on me, was Cassandra protected?  The
load I dumped in her was massive.  The last thing that we want to happen is
another situation like Jayden is experiencing.  Falling asleep, it and
other problems, will have to wait till tomorrow.

   Awakening, both girls are still asleep.  Both look like angels, their
beautiful faces looking so innocent.  There is no way I can move without
waking them; they have me wedge in so tight.  So I just wait and admire. 
Cassandra is the first to open her eyes, realizing where she is, brings a
large smile.

   "I forgot to thank you for last night.  I really feel different between
my legs."

   "It is me that should be thanking you.  But Cassandra, I have to ask you
something."

   "I think I know what, don't worry, I have been on the pill for six
months.  The first time I went to the doctor after the revelation of
Jayden's pregnancy, mom got me the pill."

   The three ton block of worry slips off my shoulders.  Jayden's eye open,
she smiles, leans over and kisses me.

   "I watched my sister loose her cherry.  It made me so hot, I had to
masturbate."

   "I thought it was you."

   "I wish it was me, but my cherry is long gone."

   "That is not what I meant, and you know it."

   "I know.  I won't be long."

   Finally we all get up, Cassandra has a shower.  I strip the bed, and
with the help of Jayden, we remake it.  We all enjoy a savory breakfast. 
Cassandra seems to be watching throughout.  Looking at Jayden, with a
confused look on my face, she laughs.

   "What is so funny?"

   "You and Cassandra.  Why don't you just ask him, Cassandra?"

   "Ask me what?"

   "She wants to be fucked again, this time on her back.  She watched me
and Bob do it so often, she would like to try it herself."

   Any thought of me being good till Cassandra leaves, goes flying out the
window.  Shit, all I can think of is, let's go to bed.  Cassandra looks
embarrassed.

   "It is okay with me, if that is what she wants.  I can't believe what
has happened so far, this will just be the icing on the cake."

   "Okay you two, let's finish breakfast and clean up, before you two end
up in bed for the day.  What time do you have to be home, Cassandra?"

   "Dad is supposed to be home around two."

   "Ok, that gives us a couple of hours; let's get the show on the road."

   Leaving the girls to clean up in the kitchen, I leave for a shower.  I
still can't believe what has happened, and what is about to happen.  When I
come out of the bathroom, Jayden is standing at my bedroom door, waiting.
She has a smile on her face as she points into the room.  Cassandra is
naked on the bed, her legs spread and waiting.  Seeing her now, I can't
believe I didn't realize it wasn't Jayden.  Cassandra's breasts are
smaller, as is her frame.  My mind wanted it to be Jayden, and accepted
everything as her.

   Small, dark brown, curls are at the top of her love lips.  Clitoris
wise, she takes after her sister, it is large and protruding out of its
hood.  Her love lips show signs of swelling, the result of her losing her
cherry last night.  On my knees, I edge closer to her wet pussy.  Her scent
reminds me of her sister.  Her taste is similar.  The volume of liquid
matches Jayden's.  Latching onto her love lips is like drinking at a
fountain, just a continuous flow of juice.

   Cassandra enjoys being eaten; her body stiffens with numerous climaxes.
Her asshole, like her sisters, is stretched from use.  It is beautiful and
wrinkled.  My face covered with her juice, I slowly walk kisses up her
tummy to her breasts, stopping to enjoy her nipples.  No milk, but they do
have a nice taste.

   Looming over her, she grasps my cock and guides me to her pussy.  She is
still tight, but my cock slips into her, with minimal effort.  My strokes
are slow and measured, wanting for her to enjoy every moment.  Cassandra's
eyes are closed, as she moans tunelessly.  Every now and then, she manages
to squeeze my shaft with her vaginal muscles.  Her body trembles then
stiffens, preparing for a climax.  When her breath exhausts, my shaft
starts pulsating as cum races deep into her.  Panting, I hold my position
until my cock starts to shrink.

   "Wow, now I know how you felt when Bob made love to you.  I don't think
I could have quit either."

   Jayden helps Cassandra clean up, giving her a supply of mini pads to
protect from marking her panties.  The last thing she would need is her Mom
and Dad realizing she has lost her cherry.  I drive her home.  They live in
a very upscale neighborhood, making it hard to believe her father is such a
nut.

   Since this is the last week before Christmas, we take advantage of the
day.  A trip to the mall suggests many others have the same idea.  Letting
Jayden loose in the stores is a joy to watch.  She enjoys the crowds,
picking up items as we travel up and down the aisles.  She is greeted by
many of her friends and fellow students none give me a second look. 
Finally, the cart is loaded and we check out.  The only thing we need now
for Christmas, is the items for dinner.  Over the past years, it has been
T. V.  Dinners for me, this year; I will enjoy a big, family meal.

   That evening, Jayden and I enjoy each other just cuddling.  After
servicing her sister, there isn't much left in my tank.

   The week starts with a bang and goes steady for the three days prior to
Christmas Eve.  I have plans on closing at one on December 24th.  With my
full complement of part timers, we manage to keep up with the sales.  Each
night, we relax for a few minutes before leaving the store, each with a
story of an interesting client.  We do manage to get the doors closed at
two, Christmas Eve.  I had the restaurant next door bring a platter of
treats that we enjoyed.  Just as everyone is about to depart, I call them
together and give them a Christmas card with a fifty dollar gift
certificate.  All of them are customers, as well as, occasional part-time
help.  After kisses and hugs, we all leave.  The streets are still full of
last minute shoppers.  I had a very large sign in the window for weeks
advising our one o'clock closing.  All I want to do is go home, shower,
build myself a giant Black Russian and sit with Jayden, welcoming
Christmas. I will fall asleep watching television, but the fact that Jayden
is with me, makes all the difference in the world.

   At home, Jayden goes to the kitchen to make some munchies, I head for
the liquor cabinet.  I enjoy having a drink before my shower.

   "Just fix the munchies, Jayden.  We will eat them after our showers."

   "Well, we might as well bathe.  It is going to be a wonderful Christmas,
Dave.  I am so happy to be here with you."

   Hugging and kissing her, we leave for the showers or bathrooms.  Hell,
Jayden makes me feel so good.  Slipping into robe, I return to the kitchen.
Jayden is still upstairs.  Picking at her treats, I head for the living
room to catch up on the news.  Still the same thing, Saddam has been
captured, and the bleeding hearts are worried about his treatment.  Give me
a break.

   Flipping the channels, my old favourite, the Christmas Carol, is
playing. I have seen this many times, but it is still the best version. 
Looking up, the reason for the best Christmas I am about to enjoy in years,
fills the doorway.  She is in wearing a white silk, floor length, chemise,
with sexy patterns and lace trim.  The effect, with her dark skin, has me
anticipating what else she is wearing.  She comes close to me and does a
pirouette, the lower hem rising to show her stocking covered legs.  She is
taking great joy teasing me.  Stopping, she looks at me, a wicked smile on
her face.  She makes a big production out of undoing the tie on her
chemise. Opening it, she is wearing a skimpy Victoria's Secret combination
of bra, thong and garter belt.  Its cream color enhances her natural
beauty. Then she spreads her legs, hands on her hips, her thong parts and
exposes puffy, chocolate, love lips.

   "Do you know what today is,?"

   "Sure, it is Christmas Eve."

   "Yes, but this is actually better.  Today is the end of the sixth week.
I have your Christmas present for you.  But you have to come to bed to get
it."

   Accompanying Jayden to the bedroom is like walking the isle to get
married.  I feel so proud.  She is a wonderful person, full of life and
love.  Tonight, she is going to become my lover in the truest sense.  In
the bed room, we both drop our robes, me naked, she, still in her lingerie.
On the bed, I make a production of removing her stockings, then the garter
belt, bra and finally, her thong.  For a few moments, I stare at the
wonders before me.  I cannot describe my feelings, but the term "on high"
comes to mind.

   Using butterfly kisses and starting at her knees, I travel toward her
warm, moist pussy.  She reminds me of Aurora, the Greek Goddess of the
Dawn. For me, it is the dawning of my new, full, life.  Her scent is a
combination of musk and perfume, very heady and intoxicating.  Jayden
flinches, when my lips touch her love lips.  Softly kissing her minor
labia, and then mouthing her clitoris, her body shutters with passion.

   Finally kneeling between her legs, she reaches and guides me to heaven.
The feeling of sliding deep into Jayden is beyond my wildest dreams.  Not
because of the act, but the fact that we are enjoying fulfilling sex.  But
this Christmas, that haunting tune, "One is the Loneliest Number", is no
longer running through my mind.

   Looking to the night table, the clock has just changed to twelve-oh-one.
What a wonderful Christmas.

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   To my readers, I hope you have or had a Christmas as memorable as Jayden
and Dave.

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