Dear Santa,

I am writing you this letter, because I really need some things. I have been a very good girl, in every way I could think of, even some I didn't think of myself.

Like last Spring, at the senior co-ed softball game. Poor Steve got hit by a ball in his privates. He said he was ok, but later, at the party, he and I started talking. He told me how nice I looked with my shirt tied up the way it was (you know, Santa, it's because of these big boobies when I can't find my bra). He said that he was in great pain and that I could help him.

He took me to the bathroom where he pulled it out. He was right! It was all swollen and hard, the end was all bruised and purple! Nothing like the pictures in health class! He said I could help by massaging it a little and kissing it to make it better. I massaged it for a few minutes, but when I kissed it, it started jumping in my hand and cut loose with this thick cream! I was so worried for Steve! He said no, he was ok. Well, it seems that I fixed it because before too long, all of the swelling had gone down!

After we graduated, there was this pool party at Jody's house. Her parents went off somewhere for the weekend and we planned this big party. We were all supposed to get there early to help set up, but, when I let myself in, I couldn't find anybody, so I started out to the back yard. Ricky and Jody were on the edge of the pool, kissing! I guess Jody had been sunbathing, because her top was off and Ricky was rubbing oil on her nipples. It was a little cold, they looked very hard. I went back inside to start setting up.