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?????????? A Christmas? Editorial from the Rapist's Digest.?

??????????? In an? idealized world, along with The Writer's Digest and The Reader's Digest there would be the Rapist's Digest.

????????? Disclaimer (Claimer?)

??????????? The views of this editorial are the opinions of the Editor in Chief and are shared by all the employees of The Rapist's Digest who are vigorously screened for suitable attitudes and aptitudes before they are hired and undergo subsequent monthly reviews to be sure they are developing deepening perversions.

??????????? Any similarity to actual events is purely intentional.

??????????? Some facts have been altered for poetic license.

??????????? Kristen French Was Lucky.

??????????????? Paul Bernardo Was an Amateur.

??????????????? When it comes to the real deal about serious repeat raping, the guys we all know about, who got all the publicity, Bundy and Speck and Lake and Ng, the serial guys, (Or the cereal guys, like they had them for breakfast.) as far as I'm concerned, they were all amateurs.

??????????? Take Paul Bernardo, with his blond cunt wife, Karla Homolka, somewhere up there in Canada, west of Toronto; while he had the right idea, grab them and hold them and abuse them, he was still such a pussy. He just wouldn't follow through with the golden opportunities he created which makes him a rank amateur in my informed opinion.

???? ?????? He had that Kristen French cunt bitch for two days, held captive, at his house and he's fucking her every which way but loose and because of a family Christmas dinner, he decides he has to off her so there wouldn't be - so she wouldn't create? - a problem during the feast. What the fuck was he thinking or not thinking - it through? Where were his fucking priorities? I mean, Christmas comes every year and here he already has the cunt. He has her. Already kidnapped and under his complete control. Already naked and fucked and ass fucked. And he beat her good and pissed on her, degraded her nice. (He said he was going to shit in her mouth but failed to carry through on the idea.)

??????????? As if all this was an every day opportunity.

??????????? I mean,? I would have loved to have done Kristen French, but really done her good.? She was a tight nippled cunt, great looking with lots of attitude. Small, hard tits, not fully grown and a crotch all tidy and tailored to match the rest of her body; not at all loose or sloppy or used up. Not at all ugly and I bet her juice tasted sweet too. Lots of vaginas are ugly. Not French's, no way and I believe she was virginal. I don't think that was ever revealed in the media coverage. (Perhaps a reader could confirm or refute this. Was Kristen French a virgin when Bernardo first pulled her panties down?) Anyhow, it makes it all the more sweet to assume he popped her membrane, ripped it in two. He should have used his teeth or pliers or the butane torch to melt it.

??????????????? By all accounts, she held up pretty good and didn't beg, at least not a lot. She was only fifteen and took it like a woman. Hell, she even had the nerve to spit back at him in defiance, "How can your wife stand you?" and that "There are worse things than dying".

??????????? ?She sure as fuck got that right.

??????????? ?Only thing is she experienced very few of them.

??????????????? So what the crap was Bernardo thinking?? Shit, the stupid fucker. He had a prime fuck bitch all tied up and already repeatedly buggered and he deems a meal with family more important than the pleasures at hand. Get fucking real man. All he had to do was plan ahead, to beg off sick at the last moment, (Who can argue with that?) or come up with some other plausible excuse. Don't have the dinner at their house, where the cunt is.? Say the toilets are backed up or the stove's broken, something, anything, but for shit's sake, if he'd used an ounce of imagination he could have tortured her for another six months or a year; fucked her hundreds of more times. Hell, if he'd really played it right, he could still have her now as his fuck hole and nipple bite instead of doing life/twenty-five before parole in Kingston Pen, Ontario.

???? And why because the dinner was at their house, where the bitch was held captive, did this automatically mean he had to kill her then? He knew right from the start she was dead, but why so soon? All he had to do was lock her up, hidden in the basement, tied really tightly, spread eagled to a steel bed and gagged really securely and have come kind of monitoring method that if she started to make any noticeable noise, he could put an end to it fast. My personal preference would be to attach a silencer to a rifle and bind it tightly to her leg with the muzzle jammed right in her cunt, and let her know if she makes any sound at all, the gun goes off by remote control, blasting her twat all over her face, a meeting of lips, so to say. Chances are she wouldn't make a peep. Not even a fucking squeak. Anyhow, he just didn't want to put forth the effort to be creative and keep her, so he only got to fuck her a dozen or so times. ??????????? ?

??????????? He punched her pretty good more though. And used a belt whip on her lots. At least he got some of it right, assuming most of it was across her budding tits and welted her crotch.

??????????? As I said, if he'd had the smarts, he'd still have her nipples to bite, which brings me to my next gripe about his lack of imagination, how totally fucking average his methods were. Why the Hell, when he knew he was going to snuff her, it had been fully decided; why didn't he give her a really vicious fucking? A really vicious working over? He was going to kill her and knew it so what did it matter? Never mind just ramming and battering with the tearing cock. How about a good clit puncture using a rusty nail, leaving it in for the grinding fuck and doing a nipple snip or at least crush them flat while he gave her the last load of his squirt, (Unless he wanted to fuck her dead, which would make it his second last gift to her.) ???????

??????????? Why didn't he keep her nipples as souvenirs (along with the video tapes)?? He could have sold the videos for millions and the jurors only got to hear,? but not to see them. I wonder if any were disappointed? I know I would have been if I was lucky enough to have been chosen for his trial. But then not totally, because I would have taken in my own little digital pocket recorder to capture the sounds and screams to jerk-off to later. And if they were banned, I would have used one disguised as a hearing aid. Necessity being the mother of ingenuity and determination. And taken one step further, the only thing I would have sent him to jail for would have been for being so mundane and lacking originality and for all the lost opportunities. That was his real crime. I couldn't even convict him of being a nipple thief and they fucking come off so easily and tidily (Except for the inverted ones which have to be ripped open, - fish hooks work best.) and just think of the look on French's face as his cock bashed against her punctured clit or cervix as she saw the snippers coming for her hard buds, and then the slow, excruciating pressure as she was cut right through.

??????????? Then she would really know she had really been really raped.

??????????? Really.

??????????? Hell, now that would have made her crazy.

??????????? Just what the little slut deserved.

??????????? It makes me crazy just visualizing it and I'm already so far around the bend I'm back where I started, which means, to look at me, no one, no fucking cunt woman potential victim can tell. I can look right in her face while I'm twisting her cunt, or cutting her nipples off, in my mind, and smile all the while, as we talk over coffee or conclude a sale in her shop.

???? ?????? Back to Bernardo, in one small regard, I? have to give him credit for his innate humor.

???? ?????? As he bobbed his stiff cock right in front of her widened and? fearful eyes, getting ready to shove it in to her for the first time, he came out with the classic seasonal greeting, "Merry Christmas, this is my present to you."

??????????? Score one for the comedian.

??????????? And then he went cherry picking.

???? ?????? Anyhow, so much for my tirade about Bernardo and his short comings. Fucking piker. He didn't even know a good nipple snip, or for that matter, a good cunt rip or clit crush when he had it right in hand.

???? ?????? Kristen French was lucky.

??????????? Really fucking lucky.

??????????? ?She was fucking lucky I didn't grab her instead.

??????????????? Too bad she's not alive so I can.

??????????? Too bad she's not alive so one of us can.

??????????? Courtesy of the Editor in Chief of The Rapist's Digest.

??????????? Merry Christmas, this is my present to you...

??????????? All.

?????????? A Christmas? Editorial from the Rapist's Digest.?

??????????? In an? idealized world, along with The Writer's Digest and The Reader's Digest there would be the Rapist's Digest.

????????? Disclaimer (Claimer?)

??????????? The views of this editorial are the opinions of the Editor in Chief and are shared by all the employees of The Rapist's Digest who are vigorously screened for suitable attitudes and aptitudes before they are hired and undergo subsequent monthly reviews to be sure they are developing deepening perversions.

??????????? Any similarity to actual events is purely intentional.

??????????? Some facts have been altered for poetic license.

??????????? Kristen French Was Lucky.

??????????????? Paul Bernardo Was an Amateur.

??????????????? When it comes to the real deal about serious repeat raping, the guys we all know about, who got all the publicity, Bundy and Speck and Lake and Ng, the serial guys, (Or the cereal guys, like they had them for breakfast.) as far as I'm concerned, they were all amateurs.

??????????? Take Paul Bernardo, with his blond cunt wife, Karla Homolka, somewhere up there in Canada, west of Toronto; while he had the right idea, grab them and hold them and abuse them, he was still such a pussy. He just wouldn't follow through with the golden opportunities he created which makes him a rank amateur in my informed opinion.

???? ?????? He had that Kristen French cunt bitch for two days, held captive, at his house and he's fucking her every which way but loose and because of a family Christmas dinner, he decides he has to off her so there wouldn't be - so she wouldn't create? - a problem during the feast. What the fuck was he thinking or not thinking - it through? Where were his fucking priorities? I mean, Christmas comes every year and here he already has the cunt. He has her. Already kidnapped and under his complete control. Already naked and fucked and ass fucked. And he beat her good and pissed on her, degraded her nice. (He said he was going to shit in her mouth but failed to carry through on the idea.)

??????????? As if all this was an every day opportunity.

??????????? I mean,? I would have loved to have done Kristen French, but really done her good.? She was a tight nippled cunt, great looking with lots of attitude. Small, hard tits, not fully grown and a crotch all tidy and tailored to match the rest of her body; not at all loose or sloppy or used up. Not at all ugly and I bet her juice tasted sweet too. Lots of vaginas are ugly. Not French's, no way and I believe she was virginal. I don't think that was ever revealed in the media coverage. (Perhaps a reader could confirm or refute this. Was Kristen French a virgin when Bernardo first pulled her panties down?) Anyhow, it makes it all the more sweet to assume he popped her membrane, ripped it in two. He should have used his teeth or pliers or the butane torch to melt it.

??????????????? By all accounts, she held up pretty good and didn't beg, at least not a lot. She was only fifteen and took it like a woman. Hell, she even had the nerve to spit back at him in defiance, "How can your wife stand you?" and that "There are worse things than dying".

??????????? ?She sure as fuck got that right.

??????????? ?Only thing is she experienced very few of them.

??????????????? So what the crap was Bernardo thinking?? Shit, the stupid fucker. He had a prime fuck bitch all tied up and already repeatedly buggered and he deems a meal with family more important than the pleasures at hand. Get fucking real man. All he had to do was plan ahead, to beg off sick at the last moment, (Who can argue with that?) or come up with some other plausible excuse. Don't have the dinner at their house, where the cunt is.? Say the toilets are backed up or the stove's broken, something, anything, but for shit's sake, if he'd used an ounce of imagination he could have tortured her for another six months or a year; fucked her hundreds of more times. Hell, if he'd really played it right, he could still have her now as his fuck hole and nipple bite instead of doing life/twenty-five before parole in Kingston Pen, Ontario.

???? And why because the dinner was at their house, where the bitch was held captive, did this automatically mean he had to kill her then? He knew right from the start she was dead, but why so soon? All he had to do was lock her up, hidden in the basement, tied really tightly, spread eagled to a steel bed and gagged really securely and have come kind of monitoring method that if she started to make any noticeable noise, he could put an end to it fast. My personal preference would be to attach a silencer to a rifle and bind it tightly to her leg with the muzzle jammed right in her cunt, and let her know if she makes any sound at all, the gun goes off by remote control, blasting her twat all over her face, a meeting of lips, so to say. Chances are she wouldn't make a peep. Not even a fucking squeak. Anyhow, he just didn't want to put forth the effort to be creative and keep her, so he only got to fuck her a dozen or so times. ??????????? ?

??????????? He punched her pretty good more though. And used a belt whip on her lots. At least he got some of it right, assuming most of it was across her budding tits and welted her crotch.

??????????? As I said, if he'd had the smarts, he'd still have her nipples to bite, which brings me to my next gripe about his lack of imagination, how totally fucking average his methods were. Why the Hell, when he knew he was going to snuff her, it had been fully decided; why didn't he give her a really vicious fucking? A really vicious working over? He was going to kill her and knew it so what did it matter? Never mind just ramming and battering with the tearing cock. How about a good clit puncture using a rusty nail, leaving it in for the grinding fuck and doing a nipple snip or at least crush them flat while he gave her the last load of his squirt, (Unless he wanted to fuck her dead, which would make it his second last gift to her.) ???????

??????????? Why didn't he keep her nipples as souvenirs (along with the video tapes)?? He could have sold the videos for millions and the jurors only got to hear,? but not to see them. I wonder if any were disappointed? I know I would have been if I was lucky enough to have been chosen for his trial. But then not totally, because I would have taken in my own little digital pocket recorder to capture the sounds and screams to jerk-off to later. And if they were banned, I would have used one disguised as a hearing aid. Necessity being the mother of ingenuity and determination. And taken one step further, the only thing I would have sent him to jail for would have been for being so mundane and lacking originality and for all the lost opportunities. That was his real crime. I couldn't even convict him of being a nipple thief and they fucking come off so easily and tidily (Except for the inverted ones which have to be ripped open, - fish hooks work best.) and just think of the look on French's face as his cock bashed against her punctured clit or cervix as she saw the snippers coming for her hard buds, and then the slow, excruciating pressure as she was cut right through.

??????????? Then she would really know she had really been really raped.

??????????? Really.

??????????? Hell, now that would have made her crazy.

??????????? Just what the little slut deserved.

??????????? It makes me crazy just visualizing it and I'm already so far around the bend I'm back where I started, which means, to look at me, no one, no fucking cunt woman potential victim can tell. I can look right in her face while I'm twisting her cunt, or cutting her nipples off, in my mind, and smile all the while, as we talk over coffee or conclude a sale in her shop.

???? ?????? Back to Bernardo, in one small regard, I? have to give him credit for his innate humor.

???? ?????? As he bobbed his stiff cock right in front of her widened and? fearful eyes, getting ready to shove it in to her for the first time, he came out with the classic seasonal greeting, "Merry Christmas, this is my present to you."

??????????? Score one for the comedian.

??????????? And then he went cherry picking.

???? ?????? Anyhow, so much for my tirade about Bernardo and his short comings. Fucking piker. He didn't even know a good nipple snip, or for that matter, a good cunt rip or clit crush when he had it right in hand.

???? ?????? Kristen French was lucky.

??????????? Really fucking lucky.

??????????? ?She was fucking lucky I didn't grab her instead.

??????????????? Too bad she's not alive so I can.

??????????? Too bad she's not alive so one of us can.

??????????? Courtesy of the Editor in Chief of The Rapist's Digest.

??????????? Merry Christmas, this is my present to you...

??????????? All.

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Dear readers, this story was written by me and my partner Midnitehawk. I hope you enjoy our story. I am sure our love and lust for each other shines thru into the story. Please write and let me know what you think and I will show all mail to Ian. We love to receive feedback on our stories. * * * * * The kitchen smelt of apple and blackberry pie. Heat, from the oven, pervaded the whole room. It felt like Fran had been cooking all day. A streak of white gashed her forehead, and she swept some...

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April awoke to the sound of a winter wind blowing outside her window. She shivered a little at the sound, then sat up and took a couple deep breaths. To her relief, she didn’t cough and her lungs felt more or less clear. After checking her temperature to confirm that her fever was gone, April jumped out of bed and stretched.“It’s over,” she said aloud to the empty room, “That fucking disease is really over.”April had been bedridden for most of the last month. It had begun with a nasty flu and...

Christmas Angel

Melinda and her husband Mike used to go all out at Christmas time, decorating every inch of the house, inside and out. It was her favorite holiday. One of the traditions Melinda brought from her childhood was the family setting up the tree the first Sunday of December. Nowadays it was not just their kids, but grandkids as well. The sounds of children giggling, a serenade of Christmas melodies, make that day extra special. This year however just wasn’t the same, because her husband divorced her...

Christmas Love

2003 © Thank you Angel for all your wonderful help. It was a long five hour drive from the hospital. Seven year old Tim had bee n a constant visitor with his father, going there to see his mother since she had been diagnosed with cancer last spring. Tonight was Christmas Eve, and it was snowing very hard. They had to get home before Santa came. Tim was very excited about Christmas, even though his mother wouldn't be home. Spending the day with he r had helped young Tim a lot. They took...

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Hi guys, I am Carl, Carl Donna. I am from gods own country, Kerala. Nah. Nah. Nah. The moment I said Kerala I think you guys came to a conclusion the typical black pot bellied Keralite but that is not what you’ll here. I am simple guy, very fair, spot stubble most of the time. I am actually from Goa, I live here as most of my business is from here, I also travel abroad once a month. Life was pretty good, love, money everything. I actually own a property in Goa and so visit there on leisure...

Christmas Love

A big thank you to Tigerjen for taking time out of her busy schedule to edit my story at the last minute… And I mean the last minute! * * * * * It was a long five hour drive from the hospital. Seven year old Tim, and his father had been doing it since his mother had been diagnosed with cancer, last spring. Tonight was Christmas Eve, and it was snowing very hard. They had to get home before Santa came. Tim was very excited about Christmas, even though his mother wouldn’t be home. Spending the...

Christmas Cums

Dear Diary, Well, this has been another interesting Christmas for me, it is the seventh anniversary of my parents death, my seventh Christmas without a family. I didn't expect much for Christmas; only a few friends here at College know my story. The ones that had money and could afford them gave me presents. I got three or four small things, nothing major or worth mentioning and I gave my friends presents that I could afford. I did my usual bit for humanity by working in a soup kitchen and...

Dot Dorothea and Dick

Dot, Dorothea, and Dick Chapter One Dear sister: I found this letter among some others, scrolled up and tied with purple ribbon, in a chest belonging to our great grandfather. The name Charles has belonged to several in our family line, but I believe I know the one who received and saved this letter, and kept it preserved for so many years. I believe the letter speaks for itself, so I will now offer it up to you. Dearest Charles: I hope this missive finds you in such good...

Christmas Cookies

Chapter One Twenty-eight days before Christmas I found myself in a remote, fortified camp in what seemed to be a million miles from nowhere. I am Lieutenant Eric Steiger, United States Navy, and I command a mixed unit of Marines and Navy SEALs. Our mission is to gather intelligence on arms being transported from Iran into Afghanistan. ‘Hey, Lieutenant. The supply helo is about ten minutes out. Do you have anything that needs to go back to headquarters?’ Chief Petty Officer Thomas Kincaid...

Christmas on Duty

Christmas On Duty Copyright Oggbashan December 2012Minor edit December 2013The 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.This story is set in the 1960s, long before texting and mobile phones. *************************************************Our office party was set for Christmas Eve...

Christmas Climaxes

Step dad, mum and college lass: Everything under a Christmas tree should be opened with relish and delight....Some may say I’m lucky, others who share the same birthday as me, will take a different view. My birthday falls on Christmas Day. Yet here I was getting up excited and very early on Christmas morning just turned eighteen. I was prepared as usual for the ‘single double’ present that covered both birthday and Christmas. But at least it was under a tree. The tree I had helped decorate with...

Christmas on Duty I have to work Why does she

Christmas On Duty Copyright Oggbashan December 2012Minor edit December 2013The 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.This story is set in the 1960s, long before texting and mobile phones. *************************************************Our office party was set for...

Christmas at Thanatos Manor

Christmas at Thanatos Manor – Part One Dear Reader. Here's a cruel and depraved little confection to brighten yourholiday season. So put down the ribbons and wrapping paper and spend a fewminutes with the members of the Thanatos Society as they gather at the Manorto celebrate Christmas. Like most of my tales, this one is not for the faintof heart. If you would like to let me know what you think of this story, youmay contact me at [email protected] Cerberus A leather-clad chauffeur...

Christmas Visitor

That was the awkward Christmas. I had come back from my sophomore year at college, visiting my parents for a few days — the first time I felt like a visitor in the house I grew up in. My younger brother, Randy, had accepted an invitation to go skiing with some cousins, a trip that my other obligations made impossible for me. His absence turned the time with my parents a bit more claustrophobic. Then, with only me and my parents in the house, they decided on a table-top Christmas tree instead of...

Christmas Angel1

However, the coming Friday was Christmas. Instead of celebrating, she would spend the day sleeping late, enjoying a TV dinner, while watching one of her old taped movies, like “Gone with the Wind.” Or so she thought, the phone rang. When she answered it, it was her mother. She was calling to invite Melinda to come home for Christmas, after all she was only forty miles away. As usual, mom wouldn’t take no for an answer. “But Mom, I don’t feel like celebrating, it brings back too many...

Christmas Story Two

Christmas Story Two Here Kitty Kitty I was away at college during the holidays. My mother was home all alone, since dad had died earlier in the year. I didn’t have the money or anyway to get home so mom would have to face this first Christmas all alone. I missed being home for Thanksgiving and my roommate knew it. He tried to comfort me, he tried to get me drunk, and he even tried to get me laid too. As it got closer to Christmas I told him that my mother had been born on...

Christmas On Duty

Copyright Oggbashan December 2012 Minor edit 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. This story is set in the 1960s, long before texting and mobile phones. ************************************************* Our office party was set for Christmas Eve starting...

Christmas Carol

I loathe Christmas. In fact I loathe any prescribed festivity which obliges one to feign good will towards people one is at best indifferent to at all other times. Christmas is especially vile since the people most likely to go into a huff over the gift you’ve bought them are those who have spent weeks telling you, “It’s the thought that counts.” And you can’t go shopping without being force fed trite sentiment masquerading as music, much as turkeys are twice-stuffed, alive and dead. I said as...

Christmas time

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Christmas Magic Pt 1

It’s Christmas Eve and you’d think I’d be happy and excited for tomorrow, but to me, it’s just another day. My foster guardians, I’m certainly not going to call them parents, don’t give a shit about Christmas. Rick McCray and his rotten tooth wife Caroline, who are supposed to be my guardians will most likely spend their Christmas all strung out on crack. Rick deals but also uses and Caroline only uses. Crack’s not the only drug they ingest. They’ll take anything they can get. Crack’s just...

Christmas Is Cancelled

The British prime minister shuffled up to the lectern as the cameras went live. He was once described as being like a dishevelled blond orangutang. Tonight that description seemed apt.A last-minute news conference had been called on the Saturday before Christmas. All across the country, people were looking forward to a brief respite from the lockdowns. They had been promised five days of freedom by the orangutang.They weren't going to get it.The Coronavirus had mutated and now there were...

Christmas Curse

The Curse JoAnne forced her way brusquely through the dense crowd toward the Thai place on the corner. Lord, she hated holiday shopping – screaming brats, the jarring sounds of ringing bells, the constant fucking “gimme, gimme, gimme” of the damn “charity” workers. As if they weren’t really there to guilt you into forking over the goddamn money. And all these fucking people just kept on bumping against her, wrinkling her $2000 black skirt and jacket power suit. Didn’t they have somewhere to...

Christmas Surprise

Christmas Surprise By Margaret Jeanette Terry and Jennifer Buxton had everything going for them. Married eight years and having their own real estate business that was thriving gave them a good life style. Jennifer was nominal president of the company while Terry was listed as vice president. All major decisions were made by both of them. They had 10 agents working for them and each one seemed to show success in selling properties. It was three weeks before Christmas and lunch...

Christmas Party

A Christmas Sex Party My wife of ten years is the sales rep for a plastic whole sale company. She sells recycled raw product to factories and manufacturing companies in a fairly large region including the east coast and into the mid-east states. Using email and a phone she is able to do a lot of her work from an office in our home. This allows her to be at home most days to spend quality time with our two kids, Mat 6 and Jessie 4. To maintain personal contact with most of her...

Christmas Angel

Melinda and her husband Mike used to go all out at Christmas time, decorating every inch of the house, inside and out. It was her favorite holiday. One of the traditions Melinda brought from her childhood was the family setting up the tree the first Sunday of December. Nowadays it was not just their kids, but grandkids as well. The sounds of children giggling, a serenade of Christmas melodies, make that day extra special. This year however just wasn't the same, because her husband divorced her...

Christmas SurpriseChapter 2

We made a pit stop at the sandwich shop and then caught a taxi. I took her to Fashion Valley Center. She looked a bit nervous when she saw how everyone else was dressed. I was wearing the same comfortable polo shirt and jeans that I'd been wearing when she met me. Seeing that she was nervous I led her into Nordstrom's and then into the women's clothing section where I located a sales attendant. "Hi Barbara. My name is Rich and this is my friend Lynn." "Hi Rich, Lynn, it's a pleasure...

Christmas CheerChapter 7

The day of Christmas Eve was quiet and low-key. I think both of us were a little worn out by the constant activity of the previous week and glad to have a restful day at home. I spent some time puttering on the computer--no dire emails this time, thank goodness!--and caught up a bit on the novel I was reading. I found a few moments to wrap the St. Christopher medallion I'd bought Mike at the street fair, smiling as I remembered dancing in the square and kissing under the mistletoe. Had it...

Christmas Angel

“Elfi,” a male voice barked, directly to my left. I winced as the sound exploded against my eardrums, and angry flecks of saliva slapped against my cheek. “Get back to fucking work. Now!”If that sounded harsh written in English, let me tell you it actually made my skull vibrate in the original German. German is a perfect language for shouting.The words came from my boss, Klaus Richter, Head of Entertainment at the Christmas market in Berlin, where I worked. My muscles tensed, my hands started...

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