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Chapter Summary

Bobo has a soft spot for the holidays.

Purgatory

Main Street

A tall thin man wearing a long fur coat is sitting on a park bench looking like he’s waiting for a bus. His left leg was hanging over the right and a cigarette was loosely held between the middle and index finger of his left hand that was sitting on his thigh.

From time to time, he would put it between his lips and suck it gently, blowing out a plume of smoke into the crisp air. He was watching the comings and goings of people on the street. He would smile as children looked at him. He didn’t have any problem with them.

Children were little innocents who didn’t fear him. He liked that.

Adults on the other hand...

He watched the adults closely. Who would help him, satisfy him or hurt him. Those humans in Purgatory only had one purpose to him; To serve his every need.

“Bobo! What are you doing out on the streets?” He looked up to see Wynonna Earp. He smiled. She was someone he would love to see on her knees before him and ... He stood up and walked over to her.
“I was just out Christmas shopping.” He wasn’t lying. He was sizing up the town and looking for someone, anyone who would service or serve him.
“So where are your purchases? “
“I haven’t found what I need yet.” He pushed a stray lock of hair from her face and smiled. She backed away from him.
“Don’t try anything. I’m keeping an eye on you.” She turned and walked away from him. She didn’t trust him and he knew it.

Bobo turned to sit and found a young woman sitting in his spot. His shoulders dropped until he heard her crying. He looked her over. She wasn’t homeless, she didn’t seem like a junky. She didn’t look like she was abused in any way. He took in a deep breath and sat next to her.
“S’up?” he asked her.
“Men!” she spat at him. Bobo slid away from her. She gave him a look. “Just like a man.” she said between sobs.
Bobo closed his eyes before finally asking, “What happened?”
“My boyfriend drove here, opened the truck door and tossed me out. At least he stopped.”
“Do you have a place to stay?”
“You’re the only one who has stopped to ask what happened.”

He should have just walked away at that point. He didn’t like getting into the middle of someone else’s problems, but the more he thought about it, the more he found her attractive. She was young, not too young, she was cute as a button and she was nothing like what he went for.

“Come with me. I have a place you can stay.”
“You’re not some weirdo, are you? You’re not going to get me alone and do terrible things to me?”
“No...”
“Why not?” She sounded offended.

“Uh...” Bobo was starting to get worried. What kind of girl was she that she wanted him to do terrible things to her? “If I was going to do anything to you, I would not take you back to my place. I would whip out my dick here and go to town on you. I’m not shy.”

She still looked offended.

Shorty’s Bar

Chapter Summary

Bobo has a plan...

Bobo took her to Bobo’s/Shorty’s Bar.

“Did you need a drink or anything?” He asked her. “Name your poison, I have it.”
“You own the place?”
“Yeah. I bought it not long ago.”
“Shot of whiskey please.”

Bobo smiled and got a bottle. As he was serving it up, he looked her over.

“So what did you do to have your man toss you out of the truck?” He handed her a drink.
“He didn’t like my new found skills.” Bobo looked at her.
“What skills?”
“Nothing too horrifying.” She smiled.
“You can’t leave it at that. Please tell me.”
“Maybe later...” She downed her drink. “So where will I be staying?”

Bobo took her up to one of the three rooms over the bar. He opened the door and she walked in. It was a cozy little room with a twin bed and a lamp in one corner, and a dresser and a desk at another. Bobo watched her test out the bed with a few bounces.

“I like this. This is nice. Better than my room when I was a kid.”
“My room is next door. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.” Bob stepped out and walked down to the barroom. He knew the usual crowd would be in soon and he wanted to get some ideas out of his head. He pulled out his phone and speed dialed Doc Holliday.

“Yes, Bobo?”
“Can you stop by the bar soon? I wanna run something by you.”
“What is it?”
“I will tell you when you get here.” Bobo pressed end before Doc could say anything else.

Bobo pulled out a notebook from under the bar and looked over what he wrote down. He added to it a few times before Doc walked in the door.

“So what was so Goddamn important that you wanted me out here?” Doc asked.
“This.” Bobo slid the book over to him. “I wanna do that.”

Doc opened the book without breaking eye contact with the demon.

“Do I want to know?” Doc looked at the writing in the book. Bobo even drew a few pictures. “I didn’t know you could draw.”
“I just doodle.”
“This is more than just doodling. You drew Wynonna and Waverly like a photograph.” He turned the page. “Is this the bar in Christmas lights?”
“Yes. I want the place to be festive.”
“Is this Santa?” Bobo nodded. “In the bar?” He nodded again. “You want kids in a bar?”
“We can have one night that is family friendly.”
“Bobo, YOU are not family friendly.”
“I can be.”
“What are you putting in the whiskey?”
“Doc, I’m going to tell you this only once and it doesn’t leave these walls. Christmas is my favourite time of year. If I’m lucky enough to be walking the earth and not in hell, I celebrate it. Please help me to do something nice.”
“So you want lights all over this place AND a tree?”
Bobo smiled. “Thank you.”

Who is that Girl?

Chapter Summary

Doc meets the newest lady in town.

Doc was sitting at the bar trying to figure out how many strands of lights he was going to have to get for the bar when he heard the door upstairs open. Bobo watched as the young lady came down after a shower and a nap. Doc turned and saw her and looked at Bobo.
“Who is this?” Doc asked.
“Hi. I’m just staying here a few days until I can find a place to live.” She held out her hand to him and he kissed it like a gentleman.
“I’m John Henry. What’s your name, young lady?”
Bobo watched Doc flirt with her. He gave a low growled like a wolf and walked over.
“Doc? What are you doing?” Bobo interrupted.
“Just getting to know this lovely young lady.” He smiled at her.
“Stop it. I’m not paying you to flirt.”
The young lady turned to Bobo. “I would like a drink, please.”
Bobo walked over to the bar and got out a bottle of Jack. “You can have this.”
“Thank you.” She smiled and walked up the stairs.
“Hey! What’s your name there?” Doc called out to her.
“Mary.” They heard the door shut.

Doc sat there with a weird look on is face. He turned to Bobo.
“Okay, you need to tell me about this woman. Where did she come from?”
“Are you looking to bed her too?” Bobo snapped.
“No. It’s just that her name is Mary and it’s very close to Christmas.”
“She’s not pregnant. She drinks my booze. Also, you saw how thin she was.”
“Back to my question. Where did she come from?”
“Her boyfriend dumped her here and took off. I found her crying.”
“I know you usually don’t take in strays, but why here at the bar?”
“She’s next to my room and she seems nice.”
“Bobo, you are a strange man sometimes.”
“How much will you need for the lights?”
“I’m thinking I might have to buy out every store in the area.” Doc kept counting and recounting and finally Bobo handed him his wallet.
“I want receipts.” Bobo told him.

LIGHTS!!

Chapter Summary

It’s starting to look a lot like Christmas...

Mary came down to the barroom and mingled with the drunk-happy people. Bobo poured her a drink and slid it down the bar top to her. She smiled and winked a thank you to him and downed the shot. She slid it back down to him. He filled it again and slid it back down, she then walked over to him.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” She asked.
“I want you to feel welcomed.”
“I am. Will you want some help putting up your lights?”
“How did you know about my lights?” He smiled.
“I have the ears of a cat. It’s the least I can do to help pay for my room.” Bobo thought for a moment and nodded. “If you want me, I’ll be over there.” She nodded to a corner of the bar.
Bobo watched her wander over and realized he was checking out her ass. He blinked and shook his head.

Doc walked in and called over Bobo. “I have your lights and things. You wanna do it after hours?”
“Yeah...” He gave Doc a serious look. “I’m not sure, but I think Mary was flirting with me.”
“Sweet Jesus ... You don’t know when a lady is on the hunt?”
“Mary is different from everyone else I ever dated. She’s offered to help with the lights.”
“Did you show her your book?”
“Nope.” Bobo shook his head. “Do you think I should?”
“It would give her an idea of what you want.” Doc turned to leave.
“MY WALLET!”

As soon as the last alcoholic fell out of the bar, Bobo, Doc and Mary got to work on setting up the lights, the tree and even garlands that Doc found in a store.

By morning everything was mostly up. Bobo crossed off a few things and made note that the lights outside would need to be done later that day. Mary fell asleep on a pair of tables in the back of the bar. Doc put his hat back on and staggered out the door. Every part of Bobo hurt, but he needed to get Mary up to her bed. He walked over, picked her up and carried her up the stairs. She snored the whole time.

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Merry Christmas Everyone!!! I just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Chanukah, and any other celebrations taking place all over the world at this time. The story below is based on emotions and fears that are near and dear to me. I hope all of you like what I have written, and I welcome your comments. A.P. All I Want For Christmas By Alexisandra Phaithe All Rights Reserved, Throughout Existence. December 13th, 2000 Alexis...

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Seasons Greetings A Carol Christmas

Based on the characters and situations presented in "Seasons of Change" by Joel Lawrence, Copyright 1989. This story is archived in its entirety at Fictionmania (go to search by authors and select Joel Lawrence). This story takes place approximately one year to a year and a half after the conclusion of "Tales of the Season: Darla's Story" in the branch of the "Seasons of Change" Universe that I started with "A Losing Season", also archived at Fictionmania. Of course, this is a play...

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Heaven In The Mountain At Christmas

It was hard leaving Jayden, after the days we had together during the Thanksgiving weekend. Being with her always gives me a feeling of exhilaration. Jayden's smiling face, her mature aura, her mannerisms, and the way she loves me, provides me with a reason to enjoy life and feel young again. The time we spent at Camp George will have to keep me satisfied till Christmas, when Jayden is joining me for her holiday break. Her parents will be off on a cruise; it will give us nearly two weeks...

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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

It was the morning after the party, and Callie was pouting as she cooked breakfast. Her bottom was still sore. Cade walked up behind her and nuzzled her neck affectionately and she pushed him away, "Stop it." "What's the matter?" He asked in irritation. She turned away as tears rolled down her face, "You whipped me hard last night, that's what." "I know, and I won't hesitate to whip you again like that if you keep flirting with other men." He was stern, cold, and...

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Snow for Christmas

‘Ok, that’s it for today. Remember guys…’ ‘We know Mrs. G! You’ve told us a hundred thousand times’ called one of the exasperated students. ‘More like a million’ murmured another under his breath. ‘Have fun! Be safe! And take care of your library books!’ chorused the class in a loud, sing-song voice. ‘All right you wise guys, I get it. But I don’t want to see any books with candy canes stuck to them when you come back,’ she chuckled. ‘Now get lost. Shoo. Back to class with you. Have a Happy...

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The Twelve Changes of Christmas

The Twelve Changes of Christmas By Roy Del Frink By the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Legs that were smooth and sexy. By the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Two perfect breasts, And legs that were smooth and sexy. By the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: An hourglass shape, Two perfect breasts, And legs that were smooth and sexy. By the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Cute, dainty arms, An...

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All She Wants for Christmas

"Please Mommy! Can't we go see Santa?" cried the twin girls. Victoria Kramer was wishing she was anywhere but the mall right this moment, but here she was, and of all days, she was there on Christmas Eve. She was here because her mother called her in a panic asking – no begging – her to pick up those special cheese nut balls that only Hickory Farms sold in the mall during Christmas. Victoria had agreed before she realized two things: first, it was Christmas Eve, and second, the twins would...

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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

Just a quick little something I put together for the holidays. Hope you enjoy it. One of my favorite songs when I was a kid was that silly one about a kid wanting his two front teeth for Christmas. But then again, I was that kid missing his two front teeth. And no, Santa Clause didn’t give them back for Christmas and I spent the next few months looking like a boxer who went up against Muhammed Ali without wearing his mouth guard. Yeah, I know. What does a two year old know about Muhammed...

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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

voices singing, "Let's be jolly, pack my ass with border collie..." We live "out here on the edge of the prairie," as the guy on the radio used to say, and when the wind comes rushing down the plain this time of year, there is no sweetly waving wheat; it just feels anywhere from bitterly to lethally cold. You can argue whether or not it's the most wonderful time of the year, I suppose, but opinions aside, late December on the northern plains is cold. Taking your pants off in a...

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Remembering Christmas

In the morning I awoke to noises coming from the living room. There beside me is nothing but my wife’s nightgown. It is Christmas morning and our 3 year old daughter is anxious to tear into her presents. As I stumble from the bedroom, I give my wife a nice passionate morning kiss as she prepares to start breakfast. It is a shame she is already dressed because I like nothing better than to run my hands over that fabulous figure as we cook together. I see the flash of her wedding ring that she...

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Last Christmas

Driving home for Christmas was always exciting. I had left home eight years ago, first to attend College and then to work. I majored in Finance and had a job that I loved for a large international investment company. This Christmas was especially exciting because my girlfriend of almost two years, whom I loved dearly, would be there and I planned to propose to her at Christmas dinner. My mind drifted as I drove. I remembered the first time I saw Catherine as a woman. We had gone to school...

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A Rose for Christmas

‘I won’t be bitter for Christmas.’ Paul Curtis had said it again and again through those dreary weeks alone in his one-room flat, with the miserable Northern European winter just outside and his empty broken heart inside. Now, for the most part, he figured he’d succeeded: he wasn’t bitter. Much. Alone, distrustful, and still plagued with memories of the recent hard times, but less bitter than he’d felt in weeks at least. Of course, he mused, he now had plenty of reasons not to be bitter —...

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