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TREASURY MEN IN ACTION: A COUNTERFEIT CHRISTMAS © 2020 by Anthony Durrant and Unknown At a small toy shop on Ffith and Main Streets, the front door was closed, and Minna and Murray Jefferson were moving toys from the basement up to the main store to prepare for the big Christmas rush, starting December First. "Move that large crate of dolls over this way, darling!" Minna shouted, and Murray moved a large brown crate containig some dolls that the shop's former owner had bought before his death last year. Beneath the crate was a large flat area in the cement floor, about four feet wide. "There's something under there!" said Murray, and he took a sledgehammer to the flat area and broke it up, revealing a small hibernaculum underneath it. Removing the hibernaculum from the floor, he and Minna brought it up to the main store area. There, he used a monkey wrench to force the lock on the hibernaculum and open the lid, releasing the sleep gas from inside the compartment. Curled up inside that compartment was an adorable little girl, about 10 years of age. Minna lifted her out of the hibernaculum and took her to one of the apartments upstairs, then laid her on the bed, As she watched, the girl opened her eyes and sat up... *** "At this time of year," the chief of the Customs and Excise branch of the department of justice told Agent Trenton, "there is an increase in the manufacture and sale of forged goods across the country. Escolon Toy Stores are eager to market and sell a new line of dolls across the nation through their outlets in many of our 50 states, and so I'll want you to go to the Escobar Toy Storevin our city and to watch over the new line of dolls!" "Will do, Chief!" Agent Trenton replied. *** "She's asleep!" Minna whispered to Murray as sne went back down to the basement, where he was opening the crate full of dolls, so as to get them ready for sale by December first. "Say," he said, "all of these dolls have red dresses on them, Minna! Look - each and every one of them resembles one of those Super Cute dolls that the Eschelon Toy Store down the block is selling! I f we can get these dolls into the Eschelon Toy Store itself, everybody there, chances are, will think that these actually are Super Cute dolls!" "Don't do it, Murray!" she cried. "We'll be caught and arrested for sure!" "No chance, baby!" he replied. "These little darlings will each sellvfor the price of one actual Super Cute doll, about 60 bucks each! Then we'll be selling the actual dolls for the price of the dolls we've found here!" "But what if we go to prison, Murray?" "Never happen, sweetie!" Murray replied. "Nobody goes down there in the storage rooms till after Christmas, so by the time the theft's discovered, we'll both be rollin' in the dough!" "I hope you're right about this!" Minna said. *** By now the girl had awakened from her sleep, and she joined the Jeffersons for supper that night. As she quietly ate her meal, the girl looked at Murray and Minna, but said nothing. "Are you okay, honey?" Minna asked her, and she replied: "Yes, I think so! I was really down there a long time, eh?" "Yeah, you were, honey!" Minna replied as Murray whispered softly in her ear: "We make the switch of crates tonight!" "Let's do it, darling," Minna whispered back, "before I change my mind and back out of it!" After supper, they put the mystery girl to bed, then loaded the crate of dolls into the toy store's truck. After Murray had taped the crate shut again, they drove over to the Eschelon Toy Store down the block, parked the car around the corner, and - both dressed in coveralls - carried the crate full of dolls into the storeroom through the freight entrance. Grabbing the Super Cute dolls' cratem the Jeffersons seized it, leaving behind their own crate full of dolls. They whisked the stolen crate back to their own toy store and opened it, revealing the Super Cute dolls inside them, smiling happily. "We've hit the mother lode, Sweetie!" Murray cried. "We've hit the mother lode!" In the morning, they'd remove the dolls' packaging and sell them as the foreign-made dolls that the store's previous owner had actually bought. Murray cried exultantly: "These dolls will make us a fortune, sweetie, and the Eschelon people won't even know it!" *** December First came, and the Jeffersons put out their dolls in the main store, as well as one in the window display for the customers to see. At the same time, Eschelon Stores put out their usual display of Super Cute Dolls. Agent Trenton - who was guarding the new Silver Sorceress doll line - himseelf never noticed there'd been a switch. He watched as one of the dolls was taken by a happy mother to the main checkout counter at the front of the big toy store. The little girl with her smiled happily as the buy was completed and the two of them walked happily off down the main corridor of the giant shopping mall. "I'm glad someone's happy!" he thought. "That Super Cute doll will bring nothing but pleasure to that little girl for many years to come." But Agent Trenton was destined to be mistaken. *** Later that night, at supper, the girl sat down to the table with her new Super Cute doll still in hand. Eagerly, she showed it to her father, who smiled happily and said: "That sure is a lovely doll, Pumpkin!" "Thanks, Daddy!" the little girl replied as her older sister lit the candle in the middle of the family table. A spark from the candle flame hit the doll and ignited it explosively in the girl's arms. She was rushed to the hospital with severe burns on her chest and arms. This christmas wouldn't be a happy one for that poor little girl at all. Luckily for her and for her family, the case came to the attentin of the Chief himself, who summoned Agent Trenton to his office immediately and told him: "Trenton, the very worst an agent can face has happened - a little girl has been seriously injured by a Super Cute doll!" "That's terrible, Chief!" Trenton cried, and the Chief said: "This is one of the Super Cute dolls from Eschelon - or so it seems! Look at it - the arms and legs don't move, the hair is mohair, and the face and body are all wrong for it to be a Super Cute doll, Trentin! To make matters worse, the doll's body is stuffed with chaff, so that when a flame so much as touches it, pfuf!" "That doll's dangerous, Chief!" Trenton said, and the Chief advised him: "Find the person who deliberately switched these dolls into the Eschrlon Toy Store. I want them out in priosn for good!" "Will do, Chief!" Trenton said, and then he quickly and quietly left the Chief's office. *** Trenton checked the back history of all of the independent toy stores in the city. One of them was founded by a Markus King, a toymaker from Leeds, England, mainly for health reasons. After Mr. King's disappearance years before, the shop was bought at auction by a man named Rex Ingram, who'd gone on to pass away, leaving the store to his niece and nephew by marriage, Minna and Murray Jefferson, who now owned and ran the place. "I remember Murray Jefferson!" Trenton suddenly thought. "I busted him for smuggling toys into this country as a cover for a diamond smuggling ring. He's served his time, and has been out for over two years now!" Heading over to the local customs office, Trenton discovered that Rex Ingram had imported a crate full of dolls from Holland for sale in his store. He hadn't been able to sell them, though, because he'd passed away shortly afterward. "Murray must've found that crate of dolls in his uncle's basement, and switched them for the usual Super Cute dolls!" Trenton realized. "I must go back to Echelon's and remove the dolls before anyone else gets burned." He took a bus to the Echelon Toy Store and reported his discovery to the area manager there, who was only too happy to remove the dolls from the store ara and from this display area. "We heard about Amanda Collins, the girl who was injured!" she told him. "She'll be stuck in hospital through Christmas, unable to be at hone with her family on Christmas day, poor thing!" "But we'll make sure it never happens again, and that's what's important!" Trenton replied. *** Unbeknownst to Trenton, the Jeffersons had made a lot of money by selling the real Super Cute dolls - so much so, in fact, that Murray had decided to try the switch again, this time using another crate of dolls the old man had ordered before he'd ordered the dolls from Holland. "I hope this works, darling!" Minna said as she and Murray loaded the crate into their truck, and Murray smiled and said: "Don't you worry, Sweetie - it'll work. These dolls resemble the Silver Soreceress dolls enough so that we can switch our dolls in for them and make a fortune selling the Silver Sorceress dolls!" They drove over to the Echelon Toy Store, where they substituted their own crate of dolls for the one containing the Silver Sorceress dolls. As Murrray and Minna made their way bacl she said: "I'm glad we had only two crates of dolls, darling! Now we can rest over Christmas!" When they got back to the store with the Silver Sorceress dolls, the mystery girl was in bed asleep. For a moment, Murray wondered who he was, but felt he shouldn't ask her that. After gathering the new crate of dolls in their storeroom, the Jeffersons themselves went quietly to bed. *** Trenton was fascinated by the character of Martin King, the store's missing original owner. From Immigration, he learned that Mr. King had had a bad illness as a child that had left him with damaged lungs, the reason for his having left Leeds in the first place. He had married, but his wife had did giving birth to a son named Bartholomew "Bat" King, whom he'd been forced to leave behind in Leeds before going on his journey to America. He wasn't actually the original owner of the toy store - it had been built by a banker, from whose estate KIng had bought the house, and only then was it oonverted into a toy store. Trenton was able to trace King to a local hospital and was able to have his medical records copied and sent to him for study. "There's a record here of King having served as a guinea pig in a series of medical trials involving an experimental retrovirus!" he mused. "It seems he vanished after being given that virus." Upon contacting the hospital about the trials, Trenton learned that the purpose of the virus was to remove the impurities found in an older person's body, boosting their vitality considerably. The person undergoing the test was given the virus orally after being placed in a special tank, through the use of a mask connected to a hose. The fluid that was in the tank was given an electrical charge, which in turn activated the retrovirus. "I wish I knew what happened next, though!" Trenton said in his usual quiet manner. *** While working in the shop the next day, Minna kept an eye on the mystery girl. The girl herself was very quiet and said very little. Mainly, she sait in a corner of the shop, wearing the little junior riding habit the Jeffersons had temporarily provided her with. Minna went over to the mystery girl and asked her sweetly: "Don't you want anything for Christmas, dearie?" "NO!" the girl cried. "Absolutely NOT! The only thing Christmas has ever given me is pain and suffering, and I want nothing from it!" MInna then put the carefully disguised Silver Sorceress dolls up in the main store and placed one in the store window, beside the Super Cute dolls, all the time wondering how the girl had come by her nad attitude. was she imitating someone else? "I'm sure she'd never hurt the other kids who come here," Minna mused, "because I've seen her actually give another little girl a toy - her one generous act so far since we revived her." She watched as the girl got out a book and began reading it quietly. Minna said: "Those books are for sale, honey!" "So what?" the mystery girl asked. "This is a good book, and I'm enjoying reading it!" "I'm sure you are!" said Minna "But -" "But nothing!" Murray said as he rose up from the cellar. "Those dolls have been selling like hotcakes, especially the Super Cute dolls. We'll be making a fortune out of selling the new dolls!" "But -" Minna spluttered anxiously, and Murray asked: "You were planning on taking our little guest over to the opera house tonight?" Murray asked. "Yeah, I was, darling!" Minna replied. "She needs to be brought out of her shell." "Then, let's go there all together tonight!" he said, kissing her happily on the lips. *** Trenton contacted the Chief with his findinds, and the Chief replied: "I've actually been looking through the records of the retrovirus experiment, and discovered what actually happened to Marcus King." "What happened, Chief?" Trenton asked him, and he replied: "It appears he retrovirus was enough to physically rejeuvenante Markus King and to take away his original gender, for the records show that he was regressed by the virus into a baby girl, then grew into a child. Apparently, Markus was so distresses by what happened that he agreed to be interred in the basement of his shop in a state of hibernation 50 years ago! It's possible the Jeffersons found him, because it appears they've taken in a little girl - I saw her when I went to the Jefferson's shop to buy toys for my own two little angels!" "Shall I make the arrest?" Trenton asked, and the Chief replied: "You should get a search warrant for the Jefferson's toy shop first, Trenton." "I'll do just that, Chief!" Trenton replied. *** After dressng in their Sunday suits, Murray and Mina took the mystery girl to the opera house for the annual Christmas Concert series. After paying for their tickerts, the three of them seated themselves in the concert hall. Unbeknownst to either Murray or Minna, the girl quietly left her seat between them and made her way onto the stage. When the curtains parted to reveal the famous tenor, Madame Fuzziovitch, standing on the stage alone. Then they saw the girl walk up beside Madame Fuzziovitch just as she started singing. Madame Fuziovitch's voice was that of an angel, and she sang: "Oh, come all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant! Oh, come ye, oh, come ye To Bethlehem." And then the mystery girl sang: "Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above he world so high Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle little star, How I wonder what you are!" Then Madame Fuzziovitch sang: "Oh, sing choirs of angels, Sing of out salvation! Oh, sing ye, oh, sing ye, Of Christ our true Lord!" But then the mystery girl sang: "Twinkle, twinkle, little Bat, How I wonder where you're at. Leaving me a t Christmas tine Alone to deal with all the grime. Twinkle, twinkle, little Bat, How I wonder where you're at!" Then the two of them sang together: "Twinkle, twinkle, little Bat, How I wonder where you're at. Leaving me at Christmas time Alone to deal with all the grime. Twinkle, twinkle, little bat, How I wonder where you're at!" Suddenly realizing she wasn't alone on the stage, Madame Fuzziovitch flushed beet red. Looking down on the mystery girl, she frowned angrily. "Get off the stage, you little brat!" she cried. When the little girl refused, Madame Fuzziovitch grabbed her and bodily threw her into the wings of the theatre. The girl slid out of the theatre and slammed into the concession stand outside, causing some candy to fall onto the lap of the Fairy Princess costume she was wearing for the Opera. "Ouch!" she shouted. "That was a bad knock." Looking around at the concession stand behind her, the girl spotted several cans labelled ENERGY DRINK. Grabbing one of the cans, she opened it and guzzled down its contents. A feling of peace spread over her as she rose to her feet and walked back into the theatre once again... *** Having obtained a search warrant for the premises, Trenton went to the toy shop owned by the Jeffersons, above the door to which a sign read KING TOYS, INC. When he didn't get any answer, Trenton broke the front door down, and he and his men then moved in and executed the search warrant. A search of the main store area revealed about a dozen of the Super Cute dolls on display in the store itself and in the window display area. Quickly, the search turned to the basement, where the two crates of stolen dolls were found. This was the evidence Trenton needed tp make the robbery charges stick, but he noticed a locked cabinet at the back of the main store area, right behind the desk. Grabbing the fire ax from the wall, he used it to force the cabinet doors open. Inside each of them, he found a pile of ledgers containing the proof that either Murray or Uncle Rex had been defrauding the government. Among the ledgers was a pair of folders containing the recepits for the two doll sales. Minna' nme was on the documents, but in Uncle Rex's handwriting. "That proves that not only was Rex the person who bought the two crates of dolls, he did so with money from the company, thereby keeping it out of federal hands permanently!" Trenton said to himself. "I recognize his handwriting from another case in which I arrested him for tax evasion after finding he cooked his books!" Returning to headquarters, he was able to secure an arrest warrant for the Jeffersons. Now all he needed to do was track the Jeffersons down. *** The mystery girl sneaked up behind the organist, crowned him with the empty can, and then grabbed his unconscious body and carried it out of the theatre itself, gently laying it on a bench outside before going back in and seating herself right at the organ. She played the tune the current singer was singing, which was "At Christmas Time All Christians Sing," but then, halfway through the song, she switched to "Take me out to the ball game," which completely flummoxed him. "Good boy, the mystery girl giggled, and then she switched back to the original song, and soon she began singing right along with him: "On Christmas night all Christians sing, To hear the news the angels bring, On Christmas night all Christians sing, To hear the news the angels bring. News of great joy, News of great mirth, News of our merciful King's birth." As she sang, the girl felt something swell up inside her as a tear slid down her face. Oh, she thought, if only I could see my son, ny Bat, once again, I would be truly happy forever. Realizing her hatred of Christmas was misplaced, the girl felt happy once again, and so she sang: "When sin departs before His grace, Then life and health come in its place, When sin departs before His grace, Then life and health come in its place. Glory to God and peace to all men, Now and forevermore - AMEN!" And then they both repeated the last line: "Glory to God and peace to all men, Now and forevermore - AMEN!" Then the girl let out a happy laugh, a clear and shrill laugh, and said happily: "I haven't played the organ for so long, I'd almost forgotten how to do it!" She leaped from the organ's stand, and as she ran for the door, the conductor smiled. "I'm glad to see she's happy now." *** "What have you learned of Mr. King's past life in Leeds, Chief?" Trenton asked over the phone to his boss. The Chief said: "I discovered that the Kings loved music, and that Markus King could both sing and play the organ, which he used to do at church regularly before learning that the atmosphere of his home town was actually worsening his asthma. It was this that caused him to come to America. Have you the warrant for the Jeffersons' arrest?" "Got it right here, Chief!" Trenton said, and the Chief replied: "Then use it, Trenton - use it!" the Chief said. "Will do, Chief!" Trenton said, then signed off. *** Trenton waited till the Jeffersons had pulled up to the front of their toy shop and got out before coming right up to them and saying: "You two are under arrest for tax evasion and for grand larceny!" Then he read them their legal rights, after which he took both of them into his custody. The mystery girl came up to them smiling happily and shouting: "Merry Christmas, everyone!" "You've ratted s out, you little -" Murray cried as he pulled a pistol on the girl, who promptly knocked him cold with a right to the jaw. Trenton asked her: "Who are you, litte one?" "I WAS Markus King!" she cried. "Now, though, I don't know who what I am, ever since I was first given the retrovirus." *** "That wa the end of that. Ms. King!" the Chief said. "Murray Jefferson was charged with grand larceny, and has admitted his guilt. He was to have been charged with tax evasion, since neither he or his wife made their uncle's last tax payment, but because he was the victim of his uncle own tax evasion scheme, the charges were dropped, as he would've used the fact that the handwriting on the dolls' bills of sale was his uncle's to his own advantage in court!" "Where did the second doll crate come from?" she asked the Chief, and he replied: "lt was from a local company that had gone broke. Their dolls are also different from the Silver Sorceress dolls, in that they have wooden bodies, where the Silver Sorceress dolls are plastic! Before you ask, Minna Jefferson was also charged with grand larceny and sentenced to a long time in prison herself. Both of the Jeffersons are now doing their time in a federal prison!" "Thank goodness for that!" she cried happily,. "Why did you choose to be put in an induced state of hibernation for 50 years?" the Chief asked Ms. King, and she replied: "This is why!" And she put one hand under the Chief's desk and easily lifted it right off the floor. "Great Scott!" the Chief cried, astonished. As she put the desk down again, she said: "I was having trouble controlling the strength that the retrovirus had given to me - that's why l was put into that damned hibernaculum!" "And now?" the Chief asked softly, and she replied: "Now I think I'll call myself Christmas King, for Christmas time is when I found myself again. MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE, AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!" THE END

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A Family Christmas

Trevor Lloyd was the nicest man I’d ever known. He was kind, compassionate and genuinely cared about other people. So it was no surprise to me or the rest of the neighbourhood that he couldn’t bear to leave his wife of fifteen years when he found out she was having an affair. The rest of us, including his children, all knew what was going on, but no one was willing to break the poor guy’s heart and tell him. Mr Lloyd had a few house staff who he was extremely generous to. He had a housekeeper...

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Searching For Christmas

Under the pale light of stars, minister Steve Bogan drove stealthily to a nearby motel. It was daybreak on Christmas Eve, and Steve’s only time to get away from his wife, who staying at his brother’s house for the morning taking care of his two small children. Although Steve and June had been married six years, the spice had gone out of their relationship and things had become very humdrum. The first few years of their union had been blissful, with many trips to the Enchanted Place for frantic...

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I Hate Christmas

(If this story ends up in the Romance category, it would be a guy’s concept of romance, so ladies, just bare with me here – I’m doing the best I can.) * I hate Christmas. Is that so wrong? I hate the stupid music, and the greedy children, and the traffic jams that begin on Black Friday and extend through New Years. And Christmas trees? What is that all about? Down here in the desert, if you put up a Christmas tree, five days later it’s a bone-dry skeleton surrounded by a pile of brown...

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The Most Wonderful Follow Up The True Meaning Of Christmas

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Deja Vu Christmas

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Menaka

Raman Nair opened his daughter in law's bedroom door and stopped still. The CD player was in full blast and his daughter in law, Menaka was dancing to the tune. He had actually come there to tell her to reduce the volume, but seeing her in her mini skirt and loose T shirt dancing with her breasts bouncing stopped him. He leaned against the door and watched as she wriggled her hips and stepped about her mini skirt half lifting showing her fleshy thighs and the red laced panties. Because of the...

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Sing A Song Of Christmas

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The Meaning of Christmas

Gloria sat watching the package laden people of Christmas from her office window. She never understood the idea of Christmas, spend until you cannot spend anymore and pretend to be a great person for one day when you’re an asshat for the other three hundred and sixty-four. Grabbing her coat she prepared to leave for the day. ‘Hey Gloria. What are you doing for Christmas?’ ‘Oh hey Jim. Same as usual, sit at home, watch TV and have a normal dinner.’ ‘Well you know, you are always welcome at...

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Saving for Christmas

‘Tell me again, Raul. Tell me about your tree.’ I sighed, smoothed out the wrinkles of the blanket covering Hosea’s legs, and started the story again. Hosea’s eyes twinkled and his smile told me that his interest in the story was blocking out the pain. That in itself would have been enough for me to repeat the story, but the story still excited me too, so I didn’t mind saying it all again. ‘Can you see it over there in the corner, Hosea?’ I asked. ‘Can you see it standing tall, all the way to...

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Merry Fing Christmas

(This, dear reader, is Jack, a man become bitter, cynical, broken by disappointment, hurts, and disillusionment, about to be disposed of by life. A man in need of repair. Can a toy workshop on a street of repair shops repair even broken hearts, broken dreams, broken people?) * Jack sat in his pickup truck in the factory parking lot staring vacantly out the windshield, not really seeing anything. He alternated between replaying the events in his mind and wondering numbly what to do next. The...

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Pad Thai or Pussy for Christmas

During our almost eleven year relationship, neither Barb nor I were very traditional regardless of whether you’re thinking of food choices or our sexual proclivities. One year, as December arrived, we started to discuss where we wanted to go for dinner on Christmas Eve since we preferred to eat out rather than cook for ourselves. After some back and forth between us, the decision was made to go to one of my favorite Thai restaurants on Irving Park Road which was about an eight-block walk from...

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A PANTYHOSE CHRISTMAS

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Twelve Days of Christmas

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Merry Christmas

Christmas day dawned bright for Katie Shaw. Her clock radio had awakened her to the sound of Christmas carols and news of snow falling since 2:00 that morning. There must be at least three inches on the ground. The prospect of the roads being covered didn't dampen Katie's spirits as she turned on the shower while she brushed her teeth. Stepping from the shower Katie took down the oversized towel and rubbed it briskly over her skin. She could feel the electric tingle she created as she rocked...

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Making Room for Christmas

(From the Charlotte Diamond mystery series) ‘Look at that snow come down. It looks like we’ll be socked in at the Peak Lodge. I’m sorry, Charlotte. It was inconsiderate for me to drag you along. It’s no way for you to have to spend Christmas.’ ‘Just being able to be in the same room with you on Christmas, even if across a banquet hall, is enough for me,’ Charlotte Diamond said. She snuggled up against the gorgeous woman she still couldn’t believe she was with. Brenda Boynton—or Brandon, as...

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The Miracle of Christmas

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Ill Be Home For Christmas

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Sarah Carerra 337 A Very Carerra Christmas

Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra Book 3 - Concerto in A- By Megan Campbell Chapter 37 - A Very Carerra Christmas The stage was dark. The only noise to be heard was the dull roar of the crowd as they waited. I stood calmly between Jenna and Michelle on the second row of the riser that...

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Spirit of Christmas

‘Good morning, Mrs. Stewart. It’s good to see you out. How’re doin’ today?’ ‘Oh, you know, Mr. Baxter. Each day just sort of nudges the one before it. It just all sort of goes on—a bit too long, if you ask me.’ Clem Baxter watched Louise Stewart from 12A move arthritically down the walk between the two old, red-brick apartment houses facing each other. Clem had been the super for these buildings for nearly twenty years, and he knew most of the tenants by their apartment numbers, but he’d...

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The True Spirit Of Christmas

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All I Want For Christmas

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Seasons Greetings A Carol Christmas

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Heaven In The Mountain At Christmas

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The Double Date That Didnt EndChapter 3 Operation White Christmas

SHANE "Say my name," she cooed, teasingly lowering her fingers to spread apart the slick, wet lips of her cunt. No man could resist an invitation like that. With my painfully erect cock leading the way, I crawled across the bed, mounted her naked body, and slid myself effortlessly inside. Her exquisitely hot gash gripped me like a vice. My hands fell to her full, shuddering breasts, and I held on for dear life as I fucked her—harder and harder—no longer in control of my own actions,...

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CadeChapter 13 Merry Christmas

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Snow for Christmas

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The Twelve Changes of Christmas

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All She Wants for Christmas

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Karmen Karma 100 844000

When the first thing that loads up when you're on Karmen Karma's Twitter page is a gangbang, you know it's about to be a super fap-worthy account! I'm used to seeing sluts on Twitter, but I am not used to seeing that much action soon in my review process. You usually have to scroll through a bunch of boring-ass OnlyFans promotions, and some bitches don't even show their fucking tits. Even some pornstars have betrayed their whore roots for gaming or some other irrelevant shit to porn. The only...

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Jacobs Christmas

Jacob Walters stood before the sink and looked at the face that was staring back at him in the mirror. It was a haggard face. A face that had weathered a lifetime of disappointments. A face that showed defeat in every wrinkle, and desperation in the eyes. How did I come to this? Jacob thought. Jacob hung his head and looked into the sink. He turned on the water and watched it swirl around the basin and then disappear down the drain. He imagined his life swirling away down the drain as well....

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A Merry Christmas

I hadn’t lived on the Oregon Coast a full year, so I had not yet tried to cross the mountain pass during Christmas. My family (nuclear and extended) all live in Portland, about two hours away from my new home in Seaside. It was for this reason that it had simply never occurred to me that I might not be able to go home for Christmas. I went home for everything: birthdays, holidays, shopping, lunch with my folks when I felt like it. Of course I’d spend the holidays with my family. And I had...

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An Unexpected Christmas

In the department store where I had recently been employed, for my sins I was placed in charge of the kiddies division. Ironically, I really did not like kids!Being twenty-three years old and the youngest member of staff in a managerial position, however, I had to take the rough with the smooth. To add to my misery it was December, Christmas time, so the task of employing an in-house Santa Claus was given to me. The third applicant I interviewed was a man named Albie. For some or other reason I...

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Cleaner Christmas

Cleaner Christmas************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan November 2013 (Edited December 2013)The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.*************************************************It was a damp, cold late November, a Friday evening as our three-card...

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Tales from a HustlerAll I Want for Christmas

Tales of a Hustler---All I Want for Christmas“All I Want for Christmas is a ten inch dick” LOL that fits perfect with “two front teeth” It was Christmas eve, and the middle of the week. I couldn't go home, cause I would need off more than 1 day. Mom said it's no big deal—she had volunteered to pull a double at the diner anyway, and she said Dustin didn't spend much time at the house anyway. Said she didn't know where he was most of the time. I told her I would get home the weekend, and I would...

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A pussy for Christmas

Paul asks for a pussy for Christmas, without realising that "pussy" has a double meaning. Just a short Christmas gift for Fictionmania readers. ***** "What's the best looking pet?" asked Joe. "I dunno," said his friends. "A pussy!" he said. His friends all laughed. Paul wasn't quite sure why the joke was funny, but he laughed along to avoid feeling left out. Paul was 12 years old. He was very bright, but also very naive. He had started school at a young age, so most of his...

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All I Want for Christmas

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I wish me a merry Christmas

The snow, falling slowly in little flocks, the day, the streets, it's all a perfect Christmas evening; except it's still the 23rd and, when I opened the door to my apartment, it was empty: not a single ornament to remind me of the large Christmas trees of my childhood; not a single present wrapped in colorful paper and big laces. It might as well be the 24th, as it will be the same, only with much worse TV programs. Maybe I could rent something; a comedy, or porn. I wonder if I'd find porn...

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Lad and Me at Christmas

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