Brassington
is a large sprawling village nestled in the wooded hills on the southern edge
of the Dancingdean Forest in the southeast corner of Downshire and on Christmas
morning the Owen’s and the Paul’s had finished the ritual present opening in
their night clothes and dressing gowns, and while the grownups finished their
coffee and Mrs. Paul tidied up, the children were given their instructions for
the morning.
Twelve-year-old
Danny Paul idolized his older cousin Terry Owen, even though he was six years
older, so he asked
“Do you
want to play on the PS5 with me?”
He was just
about to say yes when he looked over his shoulder and saw Danny’s older sister
Claire standing at the top of the stairs, where she had lifted her nightie up
and was showing Terry exactly what she would like him to play with.
“I’d love
to play Danny” he said never taking his eyes off Claire bush “But there’s
somewhere I need to go first”
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