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The Unexpected Gift

Mike walked down the sidewalk, the street lamps giving off an eerie glow in the snowstorm as the heavy wet flakes reflected the light at odd angles. He sighed as he pulled his collar up, trying to keep the cold precipitation from sneaking down the neck of his shirt and adding to his already uncomfortable chill; he hated the city and he especially hated the city in winter, a Florida boy had no business in New York this time of year!

As he made his way home he wondered why he had taken the job that had brought him to this frozen hell of dirty wet concrete and brown slush that always seemed to find its way into his shoes in an obvious attempt to freeze his feet. This was his second Christmas in the city, the first being a sad lonely affair in this cold soggy land so far from his home of palm trees and warm sandy beaches, this year promising nothing but the same and he wondered how many more dismal holidays he would have to spend here before he was paroled to an office in a climate more fit for human habitation.

He stopped to look into a store window and smiled, a rare thing now a days, at the Norman Rockwell scene inside; happy mannequins sitting around a faux fire, smiles frozen on their painted faces, smaller mannequins seemingly tearing at gayly colored paper wrapped boxes, a happy holiday snapshot in time of a winter wonderland Christmas as he thought, “That's about right, only plastic people would be happy spending Christmas in this snowy hell.” Mike shook his head in disgust, disgust at the cheerful scene on such a cold and blustery night, and disgust that he had first seen this display a week before Thanksgiving, another holiday he had spent alone.

He turned and resumed his short trip home; that's all his life seemed to be: work, sleep, work, sleep...with short unpleasant walks in between, he didn't even have time for a social life and spent all his nights alone. He was brought out of his own personal pity party by the familiar trill of his cell phone and wondered who the hell would be calling him at this ungodly hour; he stopped and fished his phone from his pocket,“Hello?”

“Honey?” Came his Mother's happy voice, “How are you Baby?”

“Fine, just heading home.”

“So late? Oh baby, you work too hard.” She replied in her sympathetic mommy voice, but he could tell she was bursting at the seams to tell him something.

“Eh, it's not always so bad.” He lied, easing her into her news, “Sooooo, what's up Mom.”

“Ohhhh I have wonderful news.” Came the proud reply, “The school's band has been picked to be in the Christmas Parade up there and your sister will be the majorette!”

“Wow.” He replied, actually pretty impressed; the annual Christmas Parade in the city was something of an event, even televised on several major networks, “Wait, so you'll be in town on Christmas?”

“Yes! Isn't that wonderful?” She chirped happily; his mother was always a cheerful woman and her good news was making her down right giddy.

“Actually yes.” He replied; sure it would still be Christmas in this frozen hell, but it might just be bearable with his family here, “So when are you planning on being here?”

“Well we're supposed to check into our hotel on the twenty-third...”

“Hotel my ass!” Mike interrupted, “You'll stay with me, I have plenty of room.” It was the truth, the one bright spot, well not the only one actually, was the apartment the company had set him up in.

“That would be awesome honey, we can have a big Christmas just like when you were still at home.” His mother laughed happily.

Mike was about to reply when something, or someone, slammed into him from behind as he stood on the sidewalk talking with his mother, he turned to see a large man walking away from him and was about to say something nasty when again he was plowed into from behind. He growled to himself as he turned again but this time he saw a pretty blonde sitting on the wet concrete staring up at him with a stunned look on her face and a cell phone in her small hand. Mike stepped forward as he spoke into his phone, “I gotta go Mom, call you when I get home.” Before his mother could protest he hung up and reached down to help the young woman to her feet, “Are you ok?”

“Um...ah yeah I think so.” The woman said quietly as he looked up into his bright blue eyes and blushed, “Ahhh, um, sorry...”

“It's ok, looks like you got the worst of it anyway.” Mike replied, seeming held entranced by her emerald green eyes as she gave him an embarrassed smile; after what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few seconds, he shook his head and grinned back a moment before he saw something that made him feel bad for the young woman, “Jeez, you're soaked!”

“Yeah, I guess I am.” She replied with a sheepish grin as she tried brushing the wet snow and slush from her legs, “Getting kind of cold too.”

“Do you have far to go?” Mike asked as he bent down and retrieved her few shopping bags, luckily they were plastic so at least they wouldn't disintegrate after having been dropped in the wet snow and icy slush.

“A few blocks.” She replied absentmindedly before looking up at him with another dazzling smile, “Was going to do a bit more shopping but I think I'll pass on that now. Better get home before I freeze my fanny off!”

“Um, I live just a half block away if you want to warm up or...um...something? Ummm...well...ahhhh, I...” Mike offered before stopping to consider what his words would sound like to a complete stranger, a beautiful complete stranger at that. He gave a nervous little laugh as she tilted her head and grinned at him, “Sorry, sometimes I don't think before I speak...I didn't mean that the way it sounded...”

“Oh really?” She laughed softly, “To bad, that something sounded interesting!”

“Wha...what?” He stammered again, taken aback by her response until he saw the twinkle in her pretty eyes, “You're teasing me now.”

“Sorry, I couldn't resist.” She giggled as she reached for her bags, “You just looked so cute blushing like that. I didn't think men around here did that anymore.”

“Not actually from here, I'm a transplanted Floridian.”

“Oh?” She asked, her smile still firmly affixed to her pretty lips, which he noted were turning an alarming shade of blue, “So how are you finding our fair city?”

“Cold.” He laughed as he slid all her bags to one hand and gently took her arm with the other, “Which it seems you are as well. At least let me buy you a cup of hot chocolate...” He paused and smiled mischievously, “...or something.”

She laughed and turned to walk with him, allowing him to hold her arm, “Such a gentleman, now how is a girl supposed to refuse an offer like that.” As they started down the sidewalk in the direction his apartment, she actually leaned into him and wrapped her hands around his arm, “My name is Tiffany, Tiffany Albright.”

“Mike Webster.” They walked that way, arm in arm, for nearly a half mile, passing several coffee shops that were unfortunately closed; the wind was picking up as the temperature began to plunge and he was about to bag the whole idea and call her a cab when she stopped and turned to him.

“Um...Mike?”

“Yeah?”

“I don't want you to get the wrong idea or anything, but how far is your apartment?” Tiffany asked shyly, her teeth chattering slightly, “I'm really cold.”

“Not far, just up there.” He replied, pointing to a building barely a hundred yards away and swearing silently as she collapsed into him, “Tiffany?”

“I...I'm so co...cold...” She stammered through chattering teeth and he could feel her trembling almost violently against him, even through their heavy coats. Mike decided that he needed to do something quick or she could be in real trouble so he bent down and threw her over his shoulder, nearly running the short distance to the front door of his apartment building; it was a little difficult fumbling with his keys to open the lobby door, but he managed and quickly made his way to the elevator. Luckily at this time of night there was no one in the lobby and he didn't have to wait for the elevator, or explain why he had an unconscious woman draped over his shoulder, and within minutes he was walking through his front door.

He deposited Tiffany on the leather couch, not caring that her wet clothing was probably staining the expensive piece of furniture, “Hey, Tiffany? Hey, wake up.” Mike didn't know what to do, he was from Florida and cold weather exposure wasn't one of the boy scout skills taught in a tropical climate; but he did know he had to get her wet things off before she went all the way into hypothermia. He took a deep breath and hoped he wasn't getting himself into serious trouble here as he tossed his suit coat and parka onto the floor next to him before dropping to his knees, slipping her boots off then pulling her socks from her small wet feet before standing back up and undoing her pants. He undid her coat and blouse then started removing her clothes and before long he had a nearly naked woman slumped on his couch; he could probably be forgiven for taking a moment, or ten, to admire her amazing body, it had been over two years since he had been this close to a woman in her underwear after all, before he pulled her from the couch and headed to the bathroom.

Her panties were wet but he wasn't going to go that far with a woman he had just met, he was just a forced celibate and not a perv after all. He started the shower, making sure the water was warm but not too hot, he seemed to remember hearing somewhere that you weren't supposed to use hot water with hypothermia victims, something about shock or what not. He walked into the shower, still fully clothed; he didn't want her waking up to find him naked and holding her nearly bare body and completely freak out. As he stepped into the spray, he set her on her tiny feet and with one arm held her up as he tried to rub some circulation back into her thin body with the other; it wasn't hard, she was a fairly small woman and there didn't seem to be a spare ounce of fat anywhere on her, except where it absolutely belonged.

He breathed a sigh of relief when she murmured something, still not quite coming awake, as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck; he froze a moment as her breasts, small and bra covered as they were, pressed into his chest and another problem sprang to life. Mike decided she was as warm as she was going to get and shut the shower off, scooping her into his arms before exiting the large shower and grabbing a towel on his way out the bathroom door. He entered the bedroom and stood there holding Tiffany, both dripping water onto the hardwood floor as he decided what to do; her underwear was soaked and he couldn't leave it on her, but did he dare undress her?

“Fuck it, if she calls the cops, then she calls the cops.” He muttered to himself as he sat her on the padded chair by his desk, quickly removing the rest of her clothing and trying, mostly unsuccessfully, not to peek. He dried her off as best he could then went in search of something for her to wear; his pajamas, which he never wore, were way to big for her but he figured a t-shirt should do the trick; he would have liked something to cover her bottom, he was sure thinking of her naked butt on his mattress was going to cause endless sleepless nights, but he didn't have anything small enough. “Oh what the hell...” He muttered again as he slipped his way to large pajama bottoms over her shapely legs, sliding them over her equally shapely bum, while genuinely trying not to grope her too much, then slid his t-shirt over her soft blonde hair and covering her small but perfectly shaped breasts and her flat taught stomach, her soft skin gliding under his hands like silk – he was sure she was just about perfect and it was killing him slowly.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork and smiled, he wouldn't have believed it possible but she looked even more beautiful lost in his pajamas like some orphaned waif, “Damn, this is so unfair!” He gently picked her up, carrying her to the bed and tucking her in like she was some lost child, even retrieving the extra blanket to put over the soft blue comforter, just to make sure she would be warm and toasty. He walked from the room, quietly closing the door, and returned to the bathroom where he stripped out of his sodden clothing and seriously thought about dealing with the rock hard problem he was having but decided it would be in poor taste so he opted for a cold shower instead.

**********

Tiffany moaned softly, wriggling her small toes as she stretched under the warm blankets and smiled, a smile that evaporated quickly when she opened her eyes and realized she wasn't in her bed, or her bedroom, so evidently not in her apartment! She felt a sudden stab of fear when she realized she wasn't in her pajamas either and then she nearly panicked when she slid across the bed and saw her underwear on the floor, “What the fuck?” She hoped from the bed, pulling the drawstring on the pajama pants, men's pajama pants no less, and slid her hand over her sex, breathing a sigh of relief when she realized she at least hadn't been raped in her sleep. She actually smiled when she got a look at herself in the full length mirror that seemed to double as the door to the closet, she was swimming in these clothes.

She walked over, holding the over sized pants up with her small hands, to where her panties and bra lay on the hardwood floor, pausing as she grabbed them and felt that they were damp, more like soggy actually; suddenly the night before flashed through her mind: falling in a slush puddle, walking with a man, then so cold, but after that nothing. She must have passed out and he took her home; well even though he had stripped her he hadn't taken advantage of her so that was a vote in his favor – now if she could only remember his name!

She decided everything was going to have to wait until she found a bathroom and she started for the door, looking around and whistling softly as she finally took notice of her surroundings. What's his name had a really nice place judging by the bedroom, all real wooden furniture and she was sure the bed she woke up in was big enough to land airplanes on. She walked up to one of the two doors that adorned the walls of the large room and opened it, her eyes getting wide as she saw the bathroom, “Holy crap, who is this guy?”

She walked into the huge bathroom and looked around, it was nearly as big as her apartment! The shower looked like it was built for a small family to live in and she wondered why it had six shower heads, was this a locker room or something? Her full bladder quickly roused her from her awe induced stupor, but she still looked around wide-eyed as she dropped her pants and sat, quickly taking care of at least one morning ritual. She stood, pulling her pants up and tying the draw sting as tight as she could before bending over and rolling the pant legs up so she wouldn't trip and bust her head open; it was time to find what's his name and see just what the hell happened the night before.

She walked up to the second door in the bathroom and paused with her hand on the ornate knob, she was definitely out of her element here and it didn't help that the man who owned the place had seen her naked; but if she was ever going to get home she had to walk straight through the fire so to speak. With the butterflies in her stomach going crazy she turned the knob and stepped out into the apartment proper and stopped cold, the only coherent thought to come to her was, “Holy shit Batman!”

She started down the short hallway and stopped when she reached the great room, and this room was definitely larger than her apartment. She looked left and saw a chrome stairwell with glass steps and shook her head, of course there was an upstairs, then to the right across the rather expansive space and there was what's his name cooking breakfast. She froze when he saw her and smiled, damn it he was rich and handsome!

“Morning.” He said, strangely blushing and she was confused until she remembered what she was wearing, then remembered she was supposed to be pissed at him. Tiffany walked across the large carpeted floor and stopped at the counter that separated the kitchen from the living space as he set two plates out, “Hope you like pancakes.”

“You made me breakfast?” She asked quietly, this was not helping her to stay angry.

“Yeah I figured you'd be hungry after last night.” He smiled sheepishly.

Oh yeah, pissed, “So what exactly happened last night? What, did you drug me or something?”

“What?” He asked, obviously shocked, “No, no way!”

“Ok, how did I end up in your bed and your clothes?” She asked with a little hint of a grin; she was still having a hard time staying angry at him since obviously he hadn't taken advantage of her, except perhaps to take a peek.

“Look, after you fell in that puddle, we walked down the street looking for a cafe or something but you got really cold I guess and passed out...”

“I passed out?” She interrupted as the memories started coming back and what she remembered was being so cold she could barely walk.

“Yeah, I guess you got hypothermia or something so since we were almost here I figured I'd get you here where its warm...well, I heard somewhere that a warm shower can help...”

“So you stripped me down and took a shower with me?” She asked, now smiling slightly.

“I was dressed, honest.” He interjected quickly, “Nothing happened, I swear!”

“Ok, so you dressed me in your pajamas and tucked me in...somewhere in there stripping me naked?” She laughed softly as she walked around the bar and hugged him, “I guess I can forgive you since you evidently saved my life.”

“I...I don't know about that...”

“I do.” She cooed as she tip toed and gave him a small kiss, “Just one more question, what's your name again?”

He laughed as he returned her kiss, “Oh no, it won't be that easy.”

“Oh?” She grinned, “And just what do I have to do to get your name?”

“I'm not sure...you seem like a clever girl.” He laughed, almost unable to believe his luck; two years of unwilling celibacy and suddenly this amazing woman literally walks into him.

She laughed again, turning and flipping the burner on the stove off before grabbing his hand and starting to lead him to the bedroom; she stopped at the door and turned to him, suddenly nervous, “Look, I don't usually do this. I just want you to know that.”

He tenderly caressed her face, “Look Tiff, I'm not looking for some one night stand or thank you sex. If that's what you're thinking then I'll just stay here while you get dressed and then I'll call you a cab.”

She just stared at him a few moments, trying to believe she heard what she heard, trying to believe he was real and not some hallucination caused by her hypothermia. She grabbed his hand and pushed the door to the bedroom door open and pulled him inside; as soon as she reached the bed she turned and began unbuttoning his shirt. And as soon as she had pulled his shirt off, she pulled hers over her head and saw the wonder on his face as his eyes lighted on her small breasts; she smiled again, that wasn't the usual response she got from her less than well endowed chest. He was handsome and evidently well off but what turned her on the most was his reaction to her body, men usually passed her by for the sweater puppy girls.

She pulled the tie string of the pajama pants with a flourish and smiled as he watched them drop effortlessly to the ground, she couldn't believe it as he stood transfixed by her thin legs and narrow hips; she knew she wasn't anything special, she had been told that often enough, but she couldn't help but feel sexy as he stared at her.

“My God you're beautiful!”

She laughed, immensely pleased with the comment and even more pleased when she saw in his eyes that he meant every word, “You need glasses.”

“Wha...what?” He asked, his eyes leaving her naked body and meeting hers, obvious confusion written all over his face.

“Never mind.” She laughed as she went to work on his belt buckle and in a few short moments his pants were bunched up at his ankles, she smiled as she hooked her small thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and pushed down, her eyes dropping to his groin and freezing her in place, “Holy Hanna!”

“What's wrong?” He asked quietly as he looked down to see her staring at his erection.

“I...damn...um, well ok but take it easy ok?” She stammered as she looked back up at him.

“I...what's wrong?”

“Nothing's wrong.” She blushed, still with a small nervous smile, “It's just you're kind of big...um...you know, down there...”

“It's not that big...” He started to complain but she cut him off as she pulled him down for a kiss.

“Biggest damn one I've ever seen.” She laughed, pressing her body against his and trading one more kiss before she dropped slowly to her knees, never losing eye contact as her smile faded slightly, “Ok, I haven't done this very often so if I do something wrong, just tell me ok? It won't hurt my feelings, promise.” He swallowed hard and just nodded, not trusting himself to speak as she slowly pumped his throbbing erection with her small hand before looking back up at him with wide eyes that made his heart skip a beat, “Don't be rough, ok? I'm not really experienced with sex and you're kind of big...I...I just don't want you to hurt me...”

“Never!” He exclaimed, finally finding his words only to lose them again when she smiled brightly. She opened her lips, slowly taking him in her warm wet mouth as he groaned softly; she couldn't get much more than the head in but he didn't care, it had been over two years and it felt like heaven to him. She started to bob a little faster and was really getting into it and he was about to warn her it had been awhile for him when she gagged; she pulled back sharply, raking her teeth across the head of his penis hard enough that he nearly dropped to his knees, “Shit!”

She got control of herself and looked up at him with real worry, he was sure she would start crying any second, “I'm so sorry...are you ok?”

“I'm fine.” He assured her even though the head of his now semi erect penis burned a little uncomfortably, “You ok?”

She leaned into his arms, relieved he wasn't mad at her, “I'm ok, sorry I guess I got a little carried away...”

“No worries.” He smiled as he stood, pulling her to her feet for only a moment before he lifted her into his strong arms; they both giggled at his short choppy steps, his pants still around his ankles, and laughed hysterically as he tripped and they both fell unceremoniously onto the bed.

Her laughter faded though when she saw he was no longer fully hard, “You sure you're ok?”

“I'm fine.” He laughed as he pulled his pants and socks off, tossing them to the floor before turning to face her; it was then her worry turned to horror.

“OH MY GOD!” She nearly screamed before looking up into his eyes, “You're bleeding!”

He looked down and saw some of the skin scraped off the head of his rapidly deflating penis and tried to be stoic, “Oh, it's just a scratch...hey, where are you going?”

Tiffany jumped from the bed and literally ran to the bathroom, returning shortly with a wet washcloth, she sat him on the bed and kneeled between his legs, almost in tears as she saw it was significantly more than just a scratch, “Oh God, I'm so sorry...”

“It's fine...” He started to complain, his words replaced with a quiet hiss as she wrapped the wet cloth around him to gently clean the blood and her saliva away.

“It's not fine!” She countered, wincing when she heard his hiss of pain, “I nearly bit your dick off!”

“Oh you did not.” He laughed, the burning of the warm water from the wash cloth receding into the background, “It's just a little scrape, could've happened to anyone...”

“So it's happened to you before?” She asked, almost hopefully.

“Well no...”

“But you heard of it happening before?”

“Well no...”

“Wonderful.” She sighed as her shoulders slumped slightly, “So as far as you know, I'm the first girl to ever bite off a guy's dick during a blow job!”

He just shook his head, slid up on the bed, crawling under the covers and pulling the blanket back as an invitation; she didn't need to be asked twice, or even once for that matter, as she scurried up the bed and crawled into his arms, resting her head on his chest as he covered them both. She just listened to his heartbeat for a moment, his strong hand tenderly caressing the soft smooth skin of her back, “Thank you.”

“For?”

“Not getting mad at me.”

“Nothing to be mad at.” He replied quietly, “Was just a silly accident, no real harm done.”

“Well guys are always getting mad at me for something.” She sighed as she began twirling his chest hair with a small finger, “And normally I don't really care but I don't want you to be mad at me, I really like you.”

“I really like you too, Tiffany.” His words putting a happy smile on her face as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

*******

Tiffany woke without opening her eyes and smiled, “Your name is Mike.” She heard him laugh and she opened her eyes, smiling when she saw him looking at her, a smile of his own on his handsome face, “So, since I remembered your name, what do I win?”

“Pancakes?” He laughed as he turned to leave the bed, stopping with her small hand on his arm.

“Not just yet.” She giggled, pulling him back into the bed and into her arms, “So how are you feeling?”

“Fine why...ohhhhh, just fine.” He grinned, leaning and kissing her softly; they were quickly warming up when Mike leaned back,”What the hell is beeping?”

“Wha...oh shit, what time is it?” Tiffany asked in horror.

“About noon, why?”

“Damn it!” She sighed before kissing him one more time, “I'm so sorry Mike, I gotta go...”

“Wait, what?” He asked, obviously a little frustrated with this new development.

“I'm so sorry but I have to get home and get ready for work.” She replied sheepishly, “Please don't be mad.”

He sighed, then smiled as he kissed her quickly before climbing from the bed and starting to get dressed, “Your clothes are in the laundry room. Do you wanna shower here or should I just take you home.” He turned when she didn't answer, going quickly to her side when he saw tears in her eyes, “Hey what's wrong?”

“You're kicking me out...”

“No I'm not.” He replied softly, wiping her tears away gently, “You said you have to go to work...”

“I do.”

“Ok, you have to go to work, not the end of the world.” He smiled, kissing her lips, “Not like we'll never see each other again.”

Her eyes widened as she stared at him in shock, “You want to see me again?”

“If that's ok...” He never got to finish his question as she literally tackled him to the bed, raining kisses down on him, a bright smile on her pretty face as they both laughed in each other's arms, “I'm gonna take that as a yes.”

“Such a big yes!” She laughed, kissing him again before rolling out of bed, “Where's the laundry room?” He didn't answer, just watching her walk naked to the door was all his brain could seem to handle at the moment; she turned when her question was met with silence and another grin grew upon her lips when she saw his face, “Are you perving me?”

“So perving on you...god you're beautiful...”

“Will you stop that or I'll never get dressed...”

“Not seeing the downside here.” He grinned as he stood from the bed and grabbed a shirt before grabbing Tiffany and kissing her deeply.

“Oh Mike..please you gotta stop...” She gasped, melting into his arms as they kissed again, “I gotta go...really I have to….”

“I know.” He sighed, reluctantly stepping back and taking her hands in his, “What time do you get off.”

“I'm hoping about an hour after I leave work...”

“God you're killing me...” He laughed, turning, her hand still in his as he led her to the laundry room, “Everything is clean and dry...sure you don't just want to shower here...I could help.”

Tiffany laughed as she began pulling her clothes on, “Tempting but all my stuff is at home...and I need my make up...”

“No you don't.” He interrupted, “You're gorgeous.”

Tiffany graced him with a genuine smile as she continued getting dressed, “You're sweet, but yes I do!”

Mike drove her home, waited until she was dressed for work and then drove her to work; it was fun actually since he rarely used the company car, plus impressing her with the Beemer was an added perk. Once at home, Mike wandered a bit, cleaned up the forgotten breakfast and then decided he might as well go into work himself; suddenly his apartment seemed a lot more lonely than usual.

An hour later found him sitting at his desk, debugging code that really didn't need it, when his cell rang; he looked at the screen and made a face when he saw his mother's picture and realized he had promised to call her back the night before, “Hey Mom.”

“Michael, you promised to call me back.”

“I know Mom, I'm sorry but something came up.”

“What could be more important than calling your mother and letting her know you were ok, I worried all night, and all this morning. I didn't know if you were in the hospital, or jail, or been abducted by aliens...”

“Ha ha, real funny Mom.” He grinned at her joke; he knew she hadn't worried all night either but she probably had worried some when he didn't call her back today, “So I met someone last night.”

“Oh? Like a long lost school chum or someone with some nice curves and who smells better than your father.”

Mike grinned, his mother wasn't exactly the wilting violet type, “The nice smelling curvy kind of someone.”

“Oh?” She laughed, suddenly very interested, “Should we be breaking out you father's suit?”

Mike rolled his eyes, his father only wore a suit to funerals and weddings, “Jeez Mom, I just met her last night.”

“Well strike while the iron is hot, I always say.” She almost leered through the phone, “So anything you can't tell your mother happen last night?”

“Actually yes and no.” He laughed back.

“I'm not even going to pretend I understand what that means.” She sighed and he could almost see her shake her head, “So what, she saw your winky and run away screaming?”

“MOM!” Mike complained, “Please don't talk about my...winky. It's just weird!”

“Oh please, it's not like I haven't seen your penis before.” She laughed, he could hear his father chuckling in the background and wondered how he wasn't a messed up ball of neurosis.

“Well not since I was a kid you haven't.”

“Oh please, you're the spitting image of your father at that age and I assume you're packing a magnum just like he is.” His mother giggled happily, “All the proof you need he's really your father!”

“God, seriously Mom!”

“I have a large clit too.” She laughed hysterically and he could hear not only his father but his sister laughing in the background and he had to smile, you just never knew what his mother would say next.

“Can we please not talk about the family genitalia over the phone?”

“Oh my...that was funny...I crack me up!” His mother gasped, he could tell by her sniffles she had been laughing so hard she actually cried, “Oh my...ok so you never did answer my question.”

“And what question is that?”

“Did she see you big honking dick and run away?”

“Mom, you need therapy or something.” He laughed, giving up on reigning her in.

“Not to worry, your Dad will give me that something later!” She giggled and after a few moments of laughing all around she came back, “So, seriously, this girl...anything there?”

“I don't know Mom, hell I've only known her a day.”

“Well you have to have some idea.”

“I like her a lot.” Mike replied, the jokes and laughter gone now that his mother heard the tone of his voice, “She's smart and fun and just plain beautiful but not all hung up on her looks...and I think she likes me, she said she did anyway.”

“Wow.” His Mother whistled, “Mike, it sounds like you love this girl.”

“I don't know about that...but I sure hope I get a chance to find out.” He sighed, then grinned as he thought about Tiffany and their morning of trying to have sex, “I gotta call you back Mom...”

“Wait, are we going to meet this wonder woman over Christmas?”

“I hope so.” He laughed, “So I'll call you soon, Love ya Mom.”

“Love you too Michael...and good luck with her.”

He hung up and was about to call Tiffany when he realized he didn't know her number, didn't know the number where she worked either, all he knew was she worked at the hospital but was she a doctor or a nurse or what? Well he knew where she lived and knew when she was off work, he'd just make it a point to be there when her shift ended. He was about to reach for the phone to call for a car and driver to take him there when his phone rang, “Mike Webster.”

“Well hello there Mike Webster.” Came a familiar voice.

“Tiffany!” He exclaimed with a smile, “I was just thinking about you.”

“Something naughty I hope.” She giggled softly and Mike could feel his body already reacting.

“Very.”

“Ohhh, so intrigued.” She cooed, “I'll be home around one, wanna have a slumber party?”

“I'm not waiting, I'll be out front at midnight.”

“Ok, do you have some horribly contagious disease or something?”

“What?” He laughed.

“Well you seem awfully desperate to be with me.” She asked, the tone in her voice letting him know she was joking, “Handsome guy like you could get any girl he wanted.”

“Then I pick you.” He grinned, “Look I like you and want to spend time with you.”

“Ok, there has to be a shoe ready to drop.” She laughed, “Gorgeous guy like you, sweet and basically wonderful wants to be with me; I'm just not that lucky so what's the catch.”

He sighed dramatically, “I have to win you over before you meet my folks...”

“Mom a little over protective, no one good enough for her little boy?” Tiffany winced, he could actually hear it on the phone.

“I wish.” He laughed, “You'll see eventually...I hope. And I hope she doesn't frighten you off, she can be a bit much for the uninitiated.”

“Ok, now I'm scared.” She joked, then the line suddenly got quiet, “Thank you Mike.”

“For what?”

“I know this morning was a disaster and you've been nothing but kind and understanding...and a real gentleman...I...I'm just not used to that I guess.”

“You don't have to thank me, I enjoyed being with you.”

“Ok, see now I know you're crazy.” She teased back, “Ok, I gotta get back to work so I guess I'll see you at midnight.”

“Yep, see you then.”

Mike smiled as he hung up then dialed a number he rarely used, “Roberts, motor pool.”

“Hi, this is Mike Webster here, I need a little favor.”

***********

Tiffany walked out the front doors, looking for Mike's car and not seeing it; she sighed and hoped he was just running late because she had been looking forward to seeing him through her entire shift. She shook her head and wondered what was different about this man; she had dated before but most men seemed childish and petty, not to mention annoying with their poorly veiled attempts at getting in her pants. She had to admit Mike had been nothing but a gentleman to her, actually having her naked and totally defenseless and he hadn't taken even the first liberty with her. Well she was sure he had taken a peek but he was a man and that was to be expected; if she were honest with herself she doubted she would have shown such restraint if the situation was reversed – he was damn hot after all!

Tiffany sighed as a few minutes passed and she mulled over if she should just go catch the bus, thinking that perhaps something delayed Mike; she was about to start walking to the bus stop when a tall man in a well tailored black suit stepped in front of her, “Miss Albright?”

“Yes?”

“Could you come with me please?” The man was very polite but his tone left no room for interpretation; he wanted her to accompany him and he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

“Sorry, I'm waiting for someone.” She replied nervously, seriously worried that she might be the target of an abduction.

“Yes, Mr. Webster.” The tall man interjected, “My name is Thomas, I am here to take you to him.”

“Um...ah...oh the hell with it.” She shrugged, “Lead on McDuff.” She followed him to the parking lot and stopped wide-eyed as he motioned to a black stretch limousine, reaching out and opening the door as she stared at him, “You sure you got the right Tiffany Albright?”

“Quite sure Miss.”

“Ok...” She shrugged, not quite believing the man until she crawled into the large shiny black car and saw Mike's smiling face as he held a glass of champagne to her; she smiled back as she shook her head in disbelief, “Who the hell are you?”

“Just a guy who likes you.” He grinned as she took the glass from his hand, taking a quick sip before setting it in a cup holder in the minibar, then turning with a huge grin as she literally threw herself into his arms, pressing her body tight to his and pressing her lips hard against his. She leaned back, pulling her scrub top, and the camisole she wore in lieu of a bra, over her head before laughing happily, “Well?”

“Very nice...”

“No stupid, get your shirt off!” She laughed as she propped herself up in the seat and undid the tie of her scrub pants while kicking her sneakers off her small feet, “And those pants too!”

“Wha...you mean you wanna...here in the car?” He asked with surprise, just staring at her with mild shock.

“Yeah, I never got to do this in high school.” She grinned back, “And I may never have this chance again – so strip!” Mike grinned stupidly as he began stripping; not even bothering to unbutton his shirt, just pulling it over his head. Soon they were both naked and in each others arms, kissing furiously. She paused and leaned back, “Wow, we're really gonna do this...”

“Is something wrong?” He asked with concern, “We don't have to...”

“Oh yes we do!” She laughed, reaching down and taking his already hard erection in her small hand, “I was just worried that after earlier we were cursed or something...”

The intercom interrupted her, “We're here sir.”

She gave him a shocked look, and he just shook his head as he reached over and pushed the intercom's talk button, “Just keep driving around the block until I call you.”

“Yes sir.” Came the obviously amused reply.

“Oh God.” Tiffany laughed nervously, “Now he knows what we're doing for sure!”

“Oh who cares.” Mike laughed as he pulled her back in for another kiss, “Besides, I'm pretty sure he already knew.”

“Oh the hell with it.” She laughed as she returned his kiss, again reaching down and grabbing his erection with an evil grin, “Recovered from earlier?”

“I think I'll live.” Mike teased back, breathing a little heavy and she continued to stroke him lightly as he reached between her thin thighs and began exploring her sex as well, “Damn that feels good...”

Tiffany gasped as she let her head fall back and smiled dreamily, “Oh god, it sure does...” Mike smiled, then shifted in the seat, forcing her to her back and climbing between Tiffany's legs, “Mike...I...I've been working all night...”

“Shhhh….” Mike responded before leaning down and licking the length of her wet sex, ending by sucking her hard little clit into his mouth and pressing it against the back of his teeth while teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

“GOOD GOD!” Tiffany cried as this new sensation sent electric bolts of pleasure through her body, “Holy crap...that's...damn!” Mike grinned as he continued his loving assault on Tiffany's opening, pleased at the almost violent reaction she was having to his efforts; suddenly she stiffened and gave out a strangled cry that he was sure people on the street heard and he was rewarded with a gush of her tangy nectar.

Mike lifted his head and saw her laying back with her eyes closed and her mouth slightly ajar, “Tiff?”

“Holy shit, what did you do to me?” Came the breathy reply and he wondered what to say when she suddenly sat up and pulled him in for a long passionate kiss, “That was amazing!”

He grinned, “Hasn't anyone done that for you before?”

Tiffany shook her head with a light blush on her cheeks and a bright smile on her lips, “I told you I don't usually do things like this...first time in the backseat with a boy too.” She kissed him again, her eyes twinkling with happiness and just a little mischief, “So you naughty boy, you took third base, care to try for home?” Mike was about to respond when he felt the car stop, they gave each other a look before he reached over and activated the intercom, “What's up?”

“Police pulled us sir...not sure why.”

Mike wondered if he should get dressed when after a few minutes there was a rapping on the rear window; Tiffany gave him a look of horror as she grabbed her clothing and tried to hurriedly get dressed as Mike just shrugged and began lowering the window, both of them shivering a bit as the cold winter air invaded their warm cocoon, “Can I help you?”

“Can you step out...” The officer started to say as he looked through the open window and his words died in his throat as he saw the two naked inhabitants of the back seat; Tiffany trying, mostly successfully, to cover her bare body with her scrub shirt held to her chest and her bare legs tucked under her. Mike on the other hand simply had his slacks draped over his lap but was otherwise sitting up and not trying to cover his nakedness.

“I don't think that would be a good idea.” Mike replied with a tilt of his head, “Can I ask why you stopped us?”

“Um...ah, taillight is out...um...” The officer stammered as stared at Tiffany.

Mike was getting annoyed at this point and snapped his fingers at the officer, “Hey, over here.”

“Sir?”

“I suggest you write the ticket and quit eyeballing my girlfriend.” He growled at the cop, “Now, if you don't mind, we were in the middle of something.”

The cop shook his head, regaining his composure, “Sir, I need you and the young lady to exit the car and I need your permission to search the vehicle.”

“The hell you say.” Mike growled as he started pulling on his slacks before turning to Tiffany, “You stay right where you are!” All she could do was nod; she was almost as frightened of Mike right now as she was of the cop. Mike rolled up the window, ignoring the police officer's protests, before opening the door and stepping out, in nothing but his pants, the cold air stinging his bare skin, the cold wet pavement freezing against his bare feet, “Now what the hell is this all about?”

“Sir, the young lady needs to exit the vehicle as well...”

“The hell she does!” Mike interrupted; he was angry now and no matter what he would be damned if these two flat foots pushed him around.

“Sir she has to exit the vehicle so we can search...”

“The fuck you say!” Mike almost screamed, “She's staying right where she is and no one is searching this car – period!”

“Sir, if you don't give consent then we'll hold you here until we get a warrant...”

“Then get your god damn warrant and good luck finding a judge to sign it!” Mike growled, his teeth beginning to chatter slightly as he shivered almost violently against the cold. He turned to open the door to flee the freezing night air and the cop reached out to grab him, pulling on his shoulder to turn him back around; Mike's feet were numb and he stumbled against the car and began to fall, taking the cop with him as they both fell to the wet, slush covered road; Mike's head hit the pavement hard, the cop landing on him and driving his body into the hard wet road, “FUCK!”

“That's it!” The cop growled back, punching Mike several times before getting to his feet and rolling Mike on his stomach, and giving him a few more hard punches to the body just for good measure; ignoring the gash that soon had half of Mike's face covered in blood, he pulled his hands behind him and the cop handcuffed Mike before pulling him roughly to his feet, “Assaulting a police officer, resisting arrest, and anything else I can think of before we get to the station.”

Mike was a little dazed, and really cold now, as he saw the back door open and Tiffany emerge with worry on her face and tears in her eyes, “What the hell?”

“Ma'am, I'm arresting your boyfriend for assault.” The cop growled as he began almost dragging Mike towards the cruiser.

“He's hurt!” Tiffany blurted out in shock.

“That's what happens when you assault a police officer!” The cop replied snidely as Mike stumbled again, falling face first to the wet concrete one more time, “I suggest you keep your mouth shut and remain where you are if you don't want to join him!”

Tiffany almost stepped forward but Thomas, their driver, grabbed her, “Don't Miss, Mr. Webster wouldn't want you to get arrested.”

She slumped in his arms and began sobbing in earnest, “What do we do?”

“As soon as they search the car, I'll call his lawyer...” Thomas replied as they watched the second cop join the first and literally drag Mike away, he was so cold at this point, and shaking so hard, he couldn't even get his legs under himself.

A large man with a white beard walked up and began speaking as they watched the cops not so much sit Mike in the back seat of the cruiser as throw him, “Miss, I saw the whole thing. Here's my card if you want I can write a statement, just have his lawyer call me.”

Thomas took the card and nodded as Tiffany turned to face the man, “Thank you.”

*********

Mike woke up and slowly opened his eyes and wished he hadn't, his head was splitting and the bright neon lights didn't help. He suddenly sat up and wished he hadn't as a new wave of pain started at his head and washed through his body, “Fuck me...” He reached up and touched his head and felt the bandage and the memory of the night before flooded his mind, right along with a healthy dose of rage, “FUCK ME!” He stood and threw the itchy blanket off his bare chest, turning and letting his just as bare feet hit the cold concrete floor; he took a moment before he stood and walked to the shiny square piece of aluminum that passed for a mirror in his small cell, yes he was still in jail.

He shook his head when he saw the large white bandage on his forehead, a dark rust colored spot in the center of it; he also noted one very black and swollen eye with a scrape on his cheek and his nose slightly red and swollen as well, not to mention the various ugly purple bruises that covered his body, he could still see the dried blood on his face and chest, “Damn, really did a number on me.” Mike sighed as he turned to the bars of his cell, shivering slightly in the cold air since all he had for clothing was a pair of damp slacks, “HEY, I WANT MY FUCKING PHONE CALL!”

He was greeted with silence as he walked over and grabbed the hardened steel bars, “HEY, ANYONE OUT THERE?”

“Shut up...” Came the drunken whine from another cell.

Mike was about to yell again when he heard the metal clang of a door opening, “Who the fuck is yelling back here?”

“I am asshole, I want my phone call.” Mike snapped back; this was turning into just the most wonderful Christmas ever.

“Yeah yeah, hang on a second.” The Jailer groused as he walked down the short hall of cells, “You Webster right?”

Mike shook his head, “You got me in here and you don't even know who I am?”

The Jailer shrugged as he turned to go, “You were too drunk to give a statement and you ain't got no ID.”

“I wasn't drunk...hey...where the hell are you going?” Mike snapped again, “I want my fucking phone call!”

“Ehh, tell it to your lawyer.”

“Wait, he's here?”

“Yeah, just waitin for ya to wake up.” The jailer grumbled as he stopped at the door, “HE'S AWAKE!”

Fifteen minutes later found Mike sitting in an interrogation room, handcuffed to a metal table that was bolted to the floor; well it made sense being the dangerous criminal that he was after all. He sat fuming, still in nothing but a soggy pair of slacks, as a man who was not his, or more accurately his company's, lawyer walked in, “Who the hell are you?”

“I'm Captain Barney Miller.” Said the tall, thin man, “I'm in charge here.”

“Look, unless you're here to tell me those two fuckers who arrested me are being bull whipped as we speak, I want my lawyer.” Mike sneered; he knew why the man was here and he wanted none of it.

“Mr. Webster, I know my two officers were a little...ah...enthusiastic, and be assured they will be punished, but you have to see things from our perspective...”

“Lawyer.” Mike interrupted.

“Mr. Webster, I'm trying to apologize here...”

“Lawyer!” Mike repeated a little louder.

“Sir, vehicle searches are standard procedure on traffic stops...I mean you had been circling the block for nearly a half an hour...”

“LAWYER!” Mike yelled.

“Mr. Webster, you did assault a police officer after all...now we are willing to drop the charges and chalk this up to one big misunderstanding...”

Mike had had enough, “No you are here trying to do damage control. Your officer assaulted me and then beat me to a pulp while I was unconscious all because I didn't consent to a vehicle search...”

“This could have been avoided if you had just consented...”

“Why the fuck should I? I don't have a record, we did nothing wrong, your storm troopers had no reason to search my car and when I refused to let them, they beat me to a pulp and probably scared my girlfriend half to death!” Mike snarled, getting angrier by the second, “Now get me my fucking lawyer!”

“Sir...”

“Lawyer...lawyer...lawyer...” Mike started chanting and the Captain sighed as he turned to leave.

Miller opened the door and waved to the officer just beyond and a few moments later the chief counsel for the company he worked for walked through the door, Tiffany right behind him; both froze in shock when the saw Mike chained to the table as he smiled at Tiffany, his bruised and swollen face, along with his split lip, making it look more like a grimace. Tiffany began crying as she rushed over, her face a mask of worry. His lawyer had just as strong an emotion but it was definitely not worry, “What the hell? Why is he chained to that table? In fact why is he here at all, he looks like he should be in a hospital!”

“The department doctor gave him a clean bill of health...” Miller started to explain but was again cut off.

“Uncuff him right now!” The lawyer ordered coldly.

“He's still under arrest, department policy states...” Miller started again, still unable to finish a sentence.

“Fuck department policy.” The lawyer snarled back, “I suggest you get someone from the DA's office to explain to you what will happen if my client isn't released in the next ten seconds.” Miller sighed, he knew he was screwed and he didn't need some smug ass from the DA's office to tell him; he nodded to the officer who escorted Tiffany and the Lawyer in the two thousand dollar suit into the room. Miller turned to leave as the officer uncuffed Mike and turned to follow his boss.

Tiffany immediately hugged Mike, a little too tightly, and a small groan of pain escaped his lips, but he didn't care as his arms wrapped around her small body tightly and he pulled her close. His lawyer walked over and sat at the table, “My name is Carson, I'll be representing you...Jeez man, you look like shit.”

“Wish I felt that good.” Mike groused as he continued to hold Tiffany, “So when can I get the hell out of here?”

“Shouldn't be long, the DA's on the way and I'm pretty sure he won't be able to get you out of the building fast enough for his liking.” The Lawyer laughed, “We have a car waiting to take you home...or to an ER?”

“He's coming home with me, I can take care of him!” Tiffany declared in a tone that let the two men know she wasn't taking no for an answer.

Mike smiled, a little because he liked the thought of her taking care of him and a little because she was just so darn cute when she was being forceful, “Works for me.”

“I really think he should see a doctor...” The Carson started, but was quickly cut off by the young woman.

“He is.” She grinned, glad she had something of a surprise for Mike for a change, “In fact he's holding one right now!”

Mike blinked stupidly for a moment as she laughed, a musical sound that brought a small smile to his face, “A Doctor?”

“Well Resident actually, but it still says doctor on my white coat.” She winked, leaning in to kiss him softly, mindful of his split, and fairly swollen, upper lip, “But I think Mr. Carson is right, we should take you to the ER so we can at least document the bruises and see if anything is broken.”

“Just one thing Mr. Webster, why were you so adamant they not search the car?”

“Because he had his naked girlfriend in the back seat.” Tiffany answered for him with a sheepish grin on her face.

“Ahhhh...” Carson chuckled before standing and smiling at Mike, “Well you look to be in good hands, I'll just see what's taking so long...”

“Wait.” Mike interjected, stopping the elderly lawyer in his tracks, “I could use some clothes, I'm freezing here.”

“I have them...” Tiffany replied quickly, “Oh, I left them where we were waiting...”

“I'll have them sent in.” Carson laughed as he walked through the door and true to his word a few minutes later one of the police officer's brought Mike the rest of his clothing; his pants were still wet, but at least he wouldn't be waiting around half naked.

Carson was indeed correct; when the DA finally arrived he quickly dismissed all charges with his heartfelt apologies and hoped that Mike could see his way clear to let bygones be bygones but Mike wasn't interested and Carson insisted that they either release his client or formally charge him; he was actually hoping for the latter – it would be so much more fun.

After Tiffany had taken him to the ER she worked at, rushing through films and getting him a room, she stitched up his head and lip, then taped his cracked ribs, “They really did a number on you...”

“Yeah.” Mike grimaced as she finished taping his sides, “I'm pretty sure Carson plans to return the favor.”

“Yeah so he's kind of scary...” She grinned and looked up into his eyes, “So who are you anyway?”

“What?” He laughed, then shrugged, “Your boyfriend?”

“Well yeah, we've established that already.” She laughed, “But I was asking more about the apartment, and the limo, and a lawyer that would scare God himself...just who are you, some secret agent or something?”

He laughed, grabbing his aching ribs, “Nope, just a lowly code monkey.”

“Code monkey?”

“I write computer programs.”

“What like games and stuff?”

“Yeah.” Mike replied, “Something like that.”

“So games are that important...”

He shrugged, “Billion dollar a year industry. Took a while but eventually being a nerd paid off.”

Tiffany started laughing and he gave her another strange look before she just shook her head, “Sexy, smart, and rich; I hit the trifecta.”

“And when my mother finds out your a doctor, she'll probably propose for me.” He grinned back. Thirty minutes later she was helping walk him through the door of her apartment, a fairly nice sized loft with the only other room being the bathroom; Mike actually smiled as he saw clothing strewn about, open books covering the table, a newspaper strewn over the couch, the only section that was open was the comics. He had to smile, while the place looked like a small tornado had passed through, it was clean; there were no empty food containers strewn about, no dirty dishes in the sink, and the place smelled of spice and vanilla, just like Tiffany herself. She blushed when she saw him look around and grin at her, “You get robbed or something?”

“Oh shut up.” She grinned, helping him across the small loft to her bed, “Wasn't expecting company.”

“No I think it fits you.”

“Say what?” She laughed nervously as she helped him sit and kneeled to remove his shoes, “You saying I look like a slob?”

“Nope.” He grinned as she smiled up at him, going to work on his belt buckle, “It's chaos in here and I think you thrive in chaos.”

“Is that good?” She asked with a tilt of her head as she gently pulled his shirt over his head.

“I think so.” He smiled, pulling her up for a kiss, “Your wild and spontaneous and I really like that...”

“Shut up and lay down!” She ordered pushing him backwards before pulling his slacks off his legs; she began pulling her own clothing off and quickly disrobed before pulling her naked body to his, kissing him softly, “How you feeling?”

“Sore.”

“Too sore?” She asked hopefully.

“Never too sore for you...” He grinned as he pulled her onto his body, kissing her hard and groaning when her knee bumped his cracked ribs.

“Baby?”

“I'm sorry...”

“It's ok.” She smiled as she lay back down, gently draping an arm over his chest.

*********

Tiffany hated leaving Mike but she had to get to work and she just didn't have the heart to wake him, he had a hard time of it the day before and she knew he needed the rest and she needed to be at the hospital; a resident's work is never done. She walked in and said her hellos to the nurses and other doctors; most of the staff liked her because she didn't have an ego and was always willing to help no matter what. She truly loved being a doctor and even on the days the ER was a madhouse or her patients were utter shits, she just couldn't see herself doing anything else; she was a healer and that was that.

The day was actually quiet, the worsening storm keeping all but the most sick at home and even though these people required more care than their average frequent flyer, their time wasn't being pulled away by people who just needed an aspirin or the odd hypochondriac. Tiffany had called Mike twice to see how he was doing and was glad that even though he was still pretty sore, he seemed to be in a good mood. She was just changing in the locker room, basically hanging up her lab coat and pulling on her parka, when one of the attendings popped his head in, “Hold up everyone, we just had a major wreck on the interstate. We're gonna need all hands on deck for this one! Looks like it's gonna be a long night.”

Tiffany sighed, normally she wouldn't have any problem pulling a double, but before she didn't have anything, or anyone, to go home to. She pulled off her parka, replacing it with her lab coat before pulling out her phone and dialing Mike; she heard it ring twice before his expectant greeting. “Mike, I'm sorry but I have to work a double...”

“Damn.” He sighed, obviously disappointed, but his disappointment actually made her heart beat faster; before she had met him no one would have cared if she wa