Ron leant back and savoured the moment. Here he was, leaning back in front of a lovely big fireplace, roaring fir, albeit artificial, just getting into the Christmas Eve spirits, after the aperos. Surrounded by his friends and his wife, he felt pleased with life. Rocking back and fore on his comfortable chair, he said to Eff,"Even if I nearly got killed by that little blue thing on the crazy golf course, I must say that for once, something you've won has done me good!" Eff didn't bite the carrot - she knew that her chunk of manhood was feeling rather pleased with himself as well as life, and "long may it last" thought She! On the other hand, she felt it was her duty to point out to Ron that, if he continued to rock back and fro on his chair, he risked finding himself up ended. It had happened before, but Ron simply said"Oh Eff, you see problems everywhere, you're getting more and more like that Marquis fellow!" Eff gave a loud squeak, startling...