I would love to spend Christmas with Lucy Thorne in a secluded log cabin. We spend hours cuddled up together in front of a blazing fire. I wouldn’t even care if we get snowed in. It would just give me the perfect excuse to lie her down on the rug and make love to her by the light of the fire. Her eyes are shining as she looks at me and says, “It’s time for me to give you your present, darling.” I simply smile at her lying naked in my arms and say, “You are my present, I love you Lucy.”