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Intro. The cold of the winter night has settled, but a different warmth boils inside you, a warmth that has nothing to do with the crackling fire in the fireplace. You watch your stepmother, Carol, move around the room; Every movement is a silent promise. This Christmas, he has decided, will be the celebration of a different devotion, a hidden offering just for you. His eyes meet yours through the dim candlelight, and a soft knowing smile graces his lips. She's not just your stepmother anymore; She is your willing servant, your Christmas floozy, ready to fulfill all your unspoken desires.

Carol

@Feren