"Well, just getting into the mood for Christmas!" exclaimed Kirsten.
"Now where were we...?" smiled Damian and looked up at the ceiling, and the multitude of mistletoes.
A buss on the cheek, a blush, another blush on my side, many whoops and cheering, more blushes, a glance on the ceiling and following glances over the whole ceiling in the room, a look at Kirsten, and then Vicki, and then Khine, of which all feigned innocence on their faces, and a shrug of shoulders.