SPH III The Return of Santa s Perverted Helper
For the third time that cold December afternoon I tried to adjust the digital binoculars on the house across the street but I was unable to focus them. That was because my young assistant had succeeded in removing my yule log from its confinement and she was doing her best to grow it to its full holiday dimensions with her small, warm hands. “Susie, if you keep that up then we’ll never be able to accomplish this mission,” I told her, hoping it would stop her from what she was doing though...