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The Yuletide Offering
by Mr. Backgammon (mr_backgammon@hotmail.com)

***

Unable to resist any longer, the necromancer spewed 
his detritus into the sprite in ultimate exertion as 
she howled with savage rage. (MF, fantasy, rom, xmas)

***

Flitting down a San Francisco street, Kathy enjoyed 
the brightly lit holiday displays in the shop windows, 
the sounds of Christmas humming through the after work 
crowd, and the glint of the large tree in Union 
Square. 

All this brought to her mind the question she'd been 
asking herself for weeks: what should she get her 
husband for Christmas? Only five days left to figure 
it out. Phil had everything he needed, and when asked 
directly, he professed that there was nothing he 
really wanted. After sixteen years of living with him, 
she should know him better than this, shouldn't she?

Caught by a picture in the display of an art gallery, 
she peered through the window not quite knowing why it 
attracted her. 'This is silly,' she thought. She'd 
been doing things like this since the start of 
November, mesmerized by anything of this ilk. 

She wasn't Irish, nor was Phil. And in a store back in 
Pittsburgh, she'd picked up a new-age harp tape on the 
spur of the moment. She didn't care for that kind of 
music, but she hadn't been able to take it out of the 
car player. And then there were the dreams, the ones 
about being ravaged by a prince on a hillside above 
rocky ocean cliffs; it frustrated her that she always 
woke before the vision was completed. 

Strangely, she felt all of this was somehow connected 
with her unreasonable need to come out to San 
Francisco. Three weeks prior, she'd seen in 
advertisement in a travel magazine, and immediately 
called the agency. Her partner was angry with her, 
concerned that she was leaving the store in the midst 
of the Holiday rush period. Phil was a little miffed, 
too, but didn't put up too big of a fuss. "If you need 
to take a few days off, fine. But why right before 
Christmas?" Finally, she insisted that no matter what, 
she was going. 'Kathy,' she thought, 'you've got to 
get it together!'

Even though it was only five o'clock, the gloom was 
already gathering through the downtown streets. 'It 
gets dark so early here,' she thought. 'Isn't tomorrow 
going to be the shortest day of the year?'

She stepped through the door and professionally 
appraised the store. It was much classier than her 
shop. Of course, the clientele out here was more 
sophisticated. A short balding gnome was working with 
a patron, but he nodded to her. "Please, feel free to 
browse. I'll be with you in a moment." 

Kathy made her way back into a second room, drawn to 
four lithographs of a somewhat familiar style. Could 
it be him? Although she hadn't seen him or his work in 
years, these were reminiscent. Yes, there was his name 
on the plate below the lithographs, "Robert Wallace." 
Stepping back, she critiqued the erotic illustrations. 
It seemed he depended on a complex background to bring 
out the personality of the model, and the drawings 
weren't as pornographic as his beginning work in the 
field eight years ago. 

Only one of the girls had exposed genitals, and even 
in that, the hairs on the mound were subdued to the 
stockinged-legs and musical props. He tinted the work 
subtly, the lines were sharp, and the trademark pencil 
and ink genesis of the art was still evident.

The dwarf of a salesman converged upon her, sniffing a 
commission. "This is one of our most popular artists," 
he panted. "Quite a background. He went to school 
at..."

Kathy cut him off. She was used to the patter, having 
used it herself many a time. Besides, she knew the 
truth. "Yes, I know. I'm a classmate of his." She 
could have added more, much more, but it really wasn't 
any of his business.

"Oh, you were with him back east? Well, we're happy to 
have him out here, that's for sure."

"Is he in San Francisco?" An affirmative. He continued 
with his sales pitch, telling her that The Dominatrix 
was one of the most popular items in the store, and 
that the Tommy gallery was glad to have an exclusive 
on it. Only a few copies were left. The store only 
displayed a portion of the available work, the less 
graphic pieces, but if she was interested there was a 
catalogue.

"Well, listen, I'd like to say hello to Robert while 
I'm out here. You don't happen to have his telephone 
number, do you?"

"Oh, we can't give it out. Surely you understand. But, 
I'd be happy to get a message to him, if you'd like."

She produced one of her business cards and scribbled 
'Allison Hotel' on the back. "Just tell him to call me 
there, please."

After more shopping in Maiden Lane, dinner, and a 
play, Kathy was tired - the long flight out the day 
before and the sightseeing had taken its toll. She 
returned to the downtown hotel and readied herself for 
sleep. Just starting to relax, the phone rang.

"Kathy?"

"Robert! It's so good to hear your voice."

"And you, too. What are you doing in San Francisco?"

"Oh, I've never really seen California, and I just 
came out for a few days. 

I just arrived late yesterday, and I've got a flight 
back Sunday noon."

"Wonderful. Listen, can we get together?"

They agreed to meet in a North Beach cafe the next 
night. After chatting a little longer, they hung up 
with cries of, 'Oh, I can't wait.'

Lying in bed, she wondered what Phil would think if he 
knew she was going to have dinner with her comrade. 
Then she knew what he'd think - he'd wonder if she was 
planning on having a good time in the sack with him!

Kathy met Robert in art classes when her husband was 
on the road. They'd fallen for each other immediately, 
but Kathy resisted his advances until the night she 
finally posed completely nude for him. For months 
modeling sessions acted as foreplay for intense sex. 
She loved Robert, and she felt he loved her, but in 
the end he'd wanted her to divorce her husband to 
marry him, and Kathy, forced to make a decision, chose 
to stay with Phil.

After the affair was over, the only one she'd ever 
been in, she confessed to Phil, expecting the worst, 
hoping she would be able to heal the wounds she 
expected to open. Instead, he was forgiving, brought 
on, no doubt, by the fact that he'd been involved with 
another woman at the same time.

A rather surprising attitude resulted, though. Phil 
wanted her to tell him all of the details, including 
trivia about where and how they'd made love, the 
positions they'd used, everything. He seemed amazed at 
how she'd allowed her naked body to be used on both 
canvas and mattress. At first Kathy resisted, 
embarrassed and desiring privacy, but then she 
relented and began to regale him with the minutiae. 

Since then, he'd heard the stories over and over 
again, and he absolutely adored a lewd picture of 
Kathy that Robert gave her as a memento. They 
occasionally talked of having more affairs, but Kathy 
never found anyone she was interested in. Still it 
continued to be a fantasy of his, and he encouraged 
her to wander. 

The night before she came out, at his prodding she 
made up a story about finding a guy in a hotel bar, 
and what he would do to her. As usual, Phil wound up 
playing the part of the stranger.

Hey, that was it! She knew what she'd get him for 
Christmas! She'd wheedle Robert into parting with one 
of those pictures of her he'd designed so many years 
ago. The new works she'd seen were so much more 
advanced. Surely he didn't need those old things 
anymore. And Phil would love it.

***

The next evening Kathy followed the directions Robert 
provided and walked to the cable car. Clambering into 
a seat on the inside, she asked the ticket taker to 
let her know when they approached Union Street. As the 
car climbed up Nob Hill, she eavesdropped on some 
businessmen and was charmed by their discussions 
regarding Holiday plans, what they were purchasing for 
their wives, where they would spend Christmas Eve. The 
bell clanged jauntily as they descended towards 
Fisherman's Wharf, and soon the conductor clamored, 
"Union Street! Don't miss a beat!"

Departing the train, she spied the towers of Saints 
Peter and Paul church, and strolled toward them. Two 
blocks later she turned right onto Columbus, and there 
was Michelangelo's, reputed (or so Robert said) to be 
the best family restaurant in North Beach. And there 
he was, sitting halfway back in the crowed bistro. 
'God, he's gotten older,' Kathy thought as he stood to 
greet her, 'his hair is completely gray!' A kiss on 
the cheek and an abbreviated embrace seemed a little 
achronistic; the last time she'd seen him, they'd lain 
naked in bed together.

"Oh, you look wonderful," Robert gushed, "Turn around 
so I can get a good look at you. You haven't put on a 
pound, have you? It's so good to see you!" The nearby 
diners smiled at them, remembering the many times 
they'd met old friends.

A carafe of wine was ordered, and the lass brought 
ceramic mugs to quaff as they began to catch up with 
each other. Kathy let Robert go first.

Soon after they'd broken up, a large retail chain made 
him an offer for his jewelry stores that he couldn't 
refuse, so he didn't. At loose ends, he audited 
classes at the Columbia University School of Visual 
Arts in New York City for a year, and had been lucky 
to find a mentor that honed his interest in nudes. A 
friend encouraged him to come out to the Bay Area 
where the living was good and the models were 
beautiful. Over three years ago he'd made the move, 
and it was fantastic. 

Everything you wanted - a great art scene, theatre, 
wine, fantastic people. She should come out next year 
for Halloween in the Castro. No, he wasn't married, 
but he'd lived for two years with one of his models. 
She moved out four months ago when she finally figured 
out she wasn't going to get a proposal or any of 
Robert's money, and headed for L.A. It's okay, it'd 
never been that serious for him.

As he related his recent history to her, she 
remembered what she'd discovered in this man, his 
caring, sensitivity and, yes, beauty. The sadness in 
his face he'd displayed during their courtship, a 
result first of the death of his wife and then the 
knowledge that she would never be his second wife, was 
gone now. It was so good to see him cheerful and at 
peace with the world. And yes, he was still very 
attractive, even if he had put on a little weight.

Then, over the best Ravioli Bolognese she'd ever 
imbibed, she told him of how she made a few contacts 
in the art scene and opened a gallery, how Phil was 
doing well in his job. Yes, she'd told him about their 
affair, and they'd gotten through it.

"Oh, that reminds me," Kathy smiled as the coffee was 
served, "One night Phil and I were invited to your 
club, and I snuck him up to the smoking room to see 
the wall of nudes." She enjoyed his chagrin. "You 
could have told me you were going to put my vagina up 
there for all the world to see."

"I guess I should have asked your permission, 
shouldn't I? But your face wasn't on it, there was no 
way anyone could have recognized you, and, well, we 
weren't on very good terms at the time, if you 
remember. If it's any consolation, the guys still 
think it's the best in the room."

"Oh, I'm not angry. Phil rather enjoyed it, as he does 
the other pieces you gave me. Which brings me to a 
request. Could I have one more of those old drawings 
for Phil? I need a Christmas present for him."

"Oh, I'd love to, Kathy, but they're all gone. They 
were stored in a warehouse while I was in New York, 
and the thing went up like a matchbox. My agent's 
still in mourning over it, he thinks that early crud 
would bring in a fortune now. But I've got a few 
lithographs at my apartment I'd be happy to gift you 
with. Why don't you come up and take a look at them?"

"Said the spider to the fly. Isn't it supposed to be 
'engravings', not 'lithographs?'" She observed his 
face as he chuckled at the jest. "Okay, I'll put 
myself at your mercy. Lead me to my doom," she joked.

The bill was presented, the credit card imprinted, and 
they found themselves out in the briskness of a San 
Francisco evening. "Normally I walk back to my place 
from here, only six blocks, but it's straight up 
Russian Hill. We can take a taxi if you like."

"No, I'm up for a little exercise. I like being 
sweaty. Perhaps you remember?" Once again she'd 
scored, and the crimson rose to his neck. As they 
began the steep climb, she placed his arm in his. They 
discussed the less intimate details of their months 
together, and Kathy told him how she missed him in her 
life, how she'd thought about him often, how 
distressed she was when the Christmas card came back 
stamped, 'no such recipient.'

 As the slope of the sidewalk increased, Robert placed 
his arm around her back, offering her support in 
walking, and an intimacy she'd almost forgotten. For 
his part, he related how he'd been wrong, that now he 
realized his previous insistence on exclusivity was 
silly, how he'd wished many times he could return to 
the rapture he'd known in those days.

"I often thought of calling you when I make my trips 
back to Pittsburgh, you know."

"Why didn't you? Or at least drop me a note?"

"I don't know. I guess I figured you'd be mad at me."

"Oh, never. Not at you." And she paused at the top of 
the hill to stroke his cheek affectionately.

Entering an apartment building and taking the elevator 
to the eighth floor, Robert opened the portal. Kathy 
stepped in and observed the artist's lair. A large 
living room leading into a dining room, more of a 
conversation arena actually, and the small kitchen. 
Pine floors covered with soft beige carpeting, ivory 
paint, smoke furniture. Color in the rooms was 
supplied only by the many eclectic pieces of art 
standing or hanging on the walls. Only one piece of 
Robert's own making was displayed, a large lithograph 
of a blond clothed in a negligee kneeling on a bed. 
The piece was tipped in orchid.

"Your work is gorgeous, Robert. The model is quite 
beautiful."

"Yes, she was, wasn't she? It made up for the avarice, 
I think."

"Oh, is that your girlfriend?"

"Do you approve?"

"Of course. She seems very young, though." And 
exciting, she thought, wondering if she was any good 
in bed.

The apartment was decorated for the holidays by the 
inclusion of two symbols in opposite corners of the 
living room. First, on the left was a Christmas tree, 
festooned with traditional ornaments and a book of 
carols. Opposite was a small ceramic tree with a few 
bronze leaves and a number of plaques hanging from the 
branches. Each of the moldings sported a strange 
marking. Upon closer examination, Kathy found that her 
inner emotions were being mysteriously stirred. 

"A friend of mine constructed that for me," Robert 
explained. "It's a Winter Solstice bough. Those are, 
according to him, Druid symbols. He fancies himself to 
be a pagan. Enya goes particularly well with it, I 
think," and he placed one of her CDs into the stereo.

Kathy stepped to the edge of the room, and gazed 
through a large window that offered the dazzling 
lights of San Francisco from downtown skyscrapers and 
the Bay Bridge to the luminescence of Coit Tower, with 
the twinkles of Treasure Island and the hills of the 
East Bay sparkling in the distance. Suddenly, the 
lights in the apartment winked out, leaving her in 
darkness. "The view's more impressive this way, I 
think," Robert observed, coming to stand beside her.

Something in the evening, the first one of winter, 
possessed them. Possibly the crispness of the scene 
below impacted them, or maybe it was only base 
instinct, but perhaps, just perhaps, the magic of the 
Celtic emblems and music unfettered their desire. 
Kathy flowed to him, offering her lips in sacrifice. 
Robert clasped the offering, placing his mouth gently 
upon hers, capturing her in his embrace, tethering her 
with the chains of fervor.

Kathy recalled joyfully how used to treat her as a 
goddess, and once again prepared for the ministrations 
of the sorcerer. Submissively allowing herself to be 
led to the altar of the love seat, she did not resist 
as her shaman ritually disrobed her, casting off the 
tunic, allowing him to worship the orbs. 

The kirtle and under-linen were removed, exposing to 
the enchanter the object of his adoration. 
Genuflecting before the crevice, he paid homage to her 
feminine center with his tongue. The postulant gasped 
as he worshiped it, willingly accepting the 
intercession, muttering chants of thankfulness, until 
Taranus, the thunder god, visited her.

When Taranus departed, placated yet anxious to return, 
the succubus bade her conjuror to lean away. As he 
knelt before her in oblation, she assisted him in 
doffing his jerkin and breeches. At last they reached 
the ancient and required garb of the incantation, and 
they made ready to consummate the mystery. 

With prayers of gratefulness, the sacristan mounted 
the temple of his ardor, plunging his stave within the 
holy cauldron wherein it belonged. To the rhythm of 
Pax Decorum pulsating from the minstrel, the priest 
and priestess culminated the rite, joining and parting 
still again, placating the gods by sustaining the 
ritual fire, mystically journeying to the long past 
and distant land of obsession. 

Unable to resist any longer, the necromancer spewed 
his detritus into the sprite in ultimate exertion as 
she howled with savage rage. Appeased in the 
conciliation with Brigit, the goddess of fertility, 
yet not willing to part from each other, the 
worshippers cooled to the strains of Athair Ar Neamh. 
Only when the electronic muse concluded the aria did 
Danu, the mother of all gods, allow them to recognize 
that they had returned from the pilgrimage.

Robert sat on the couch and the one who had once been 
his lover, and was again, nuzzled against him. "It's 
been a long time," she observed.

"I'd forgotten how wonderful it is with you." They 
stroked each other for some time until the chill of 
the realm outside the casement seeped into their 
bones. As Kathy shivered, Robert queried, "Do you want 
to get dressed?"

"If you have a robe, or perhaps a throw, I'd rather 
use that."

"You don't have to leave?"

"Not till Sunday, dearest. Not unless you want me to."

"Then stay with me. Please, please, stay here."

Instead of costuming, they retired to the snuggery and 
buried themselves in the cave of the bed, hibernating 
until glowing cravings woke them before the dawn. 
Kathy roused from slumber to an intense feeling of 
pleasure on her breasts. Realizing it was the hand of 
her paramour, she turned to face him and began 
ministering to him. 

Throwing the comforter aside, she placed her face at 
his groin and licked and nibbled his manhood to life. 
In a short time he'd achieved the optimum erection, 
and she adroitly took the staff into her mouth, 
teasing the underside with her tongue, encouraging his 
release with her fingers. He responded by expending 
into her mouth, filling her with quivers of the fluid 
of love, until there was no more to release.

Knowing that he was satisfied, Kathy returned to lie 
beside him and sheltered him once more from cold. He 
didn't forget the woman. 

First he held her breasts and suckled them until the 
aureoles crinkled in anticipation, and then his hand 
moved down to her belly, and further yet to the thick 
curls of her pubic hair, pulling at them, toying with 
them until finally he migrated to the spot between her 
legs, massaging her lips to readiness, gently rubbing 
her clitoris until she reached the state of 
excitement, and then reaching into the womb, searching 
for the G-spot that he'd known so well, tickling it 
until excitation besieged her with shrieks of delight. 

Still he refused to stop, his face travelling to the 
nether region, licking and sucking on her button as 
she rocked in orgasm. Only when she was satiated did 
he return to her side where they whispered together.

"So you have to leave Sunday?" A cloud of concern 
crossed his face. She grew frightened, worried that 
perhaps he would attempt once more to steal her away 
from the husband.

"Yes. You know I have to return. I could never leave 
Phil."

"Of course," he smiled. "Dear, I'm over that, have 
been for years. No, that's not the problem."

"Then what is?"

"Well, I'm sorry I can't give Phil one of my old 
portraits of you. But if you like, I can give him a 
new one. You're willing to pose? I was just 
considering how to compose the setting, that's all."

He delivered to her a breakfast in bed, bagels, 
berries and tea, then he fiddled awhile, setting up 
his easel and artist's box in the living room. He 
requested that she lie in front of the Christmas tree 
in her bra and panties, and he began to sketch. As it 
had always been before, after hours of concentration 
on her body he became aroused again, and they made 
love on the carpet, he on top of her, squirming in the 
throes of amour until they both were satisfied.

"Robert, you're so damn good at that."

"Thank you madam, and I return the compliment."

"I wonder, when you're with other models, do you..."

"No, never. A few times with Jennifer, I forced myself 
for her sake, but I seem to associate intercourse and 
art only when you are around. 'Thus it always was, 
always it shall be.'"

He escorted her to the hotel while she picked up her 
suitcases, and then they journeyed to Pacific Heights 
and a lingerie shop. He explained that his public 
didn't often appreciate total nudes, and a Holiday 
portrait would have to be even more conservative. 
After examining a number of outfits, he purchased for 
her an ebony ensemble of lace bodice, thong, sleeves 
and stockings. 

Back to Russian Hill where Kathy donned the costume 
and they returned to their work. Midway through the 
afternoon, Robert asked if she'd mind if he invited a 
friend to dinner. "Douglas is an artist, a very 
strange fellow. He thinks he's descended from a Celtic 
priest, and it's gone to his head. He's the one who 
created the pagan totem. When I first came to the 
City, I confided in him, and I know he'd like to meet 
you."

"Of course not." He picked up the telephone, and Kathy 
could easily hear his side of the conversation.

"Douglas! Hello, it's Robert... Listen, are you doing 
anything tonight?... Good, let's meet at Julius' 
Castle at eight, say? I've got a bit of a surprise for 
you. . . Oh, I'm not telling. Let me be the magician 
this one time, you've got too much practice at it.... 
All right, see you then."

When night fell, Kathy found herself in a taxi bound 
for the backside of Telegraph Hill. Below Coit Tower 
they crossed into the inn and Robert greeted a 
gentleman, dressed conservatively in a navy suit and 
tartan tie. The white beard and pipe peeping from the 
suit pocket reminded her of a college professor. 
Before she could be introduced, Douglas gazed at her 
and pronounced, "Greetings, Princess Kathy."

She was astounded. Immediately, she recognized that 
this man knew the most intimate workings of her mind. 
"How do you do?"

"Very well, thank you. I've been waiting for you, you 
know. Oh, there was never any doubt you'd come." Over 
a dinner of abalone and chardonnay he explained. "I'm 
so glad you answered, Kathy. You see, last summer, I 
came to realize that Robert now needs you in his 
life."

"I never told you that," Robert protested.

"Years ago, Robert, you related how you felt about 
Kathy. I immediately knew that she was your only 
remaining soul mate, your princess."

"This old loon thinks I'm descended from royalty," 
scoffed Robert.

"And so you are. Witness your name! But I also 
suspected that, for some reason, you were not prepared 
to restore your claim on her. When Jennifer left you, 
I read from your spirit that the time of reunion was 
nearing. Kathy, I conjured an image of you, and saw 
that you were also missing Robert."

"That's true."

"I also suspect that you are descended from nobility, 
and so I granted you a geas. The fact that you 
responded to it verifies your lineage."

"What did you give me?"

"A geas. A mystical curse, or perhaps gift if you 
prefer. In order to satisfy it, you must meet and love 
Robert once each year. I knew I could not find you 
without Robert's help, and since I was prohibited from 
alerting him to the casting, it was required that I 
make it as powerful as possible so you might respond. 
Yesterday was the Winter Solstice. You met Robert 
then, did you not?"

"Oh, come off it, Douglas," Robert smirked. "You're 
going to scare her with these Halloween stories."

Kathy was confused. Could there be something to all 
this mysticism? "But, Douglas, I've had strange images 
and feelings for a couple of months now. Do they have 
anything to do with this geas?"

"Certainly they do, Princess. The new year begins on 
November First, the day of the dead, what Christians 
celebrate as All Soul's Day. That was the exact day I 
granted you the boon. Since then, you have been in 
preparation. Tell me, how did you find the Prince?"

Kathy told of how she'd been drawn first to San 
Francisco, and then into the downtown store where 
she'd seen Robert's art, and how she'd been helped by 
the salesman.

"That's typical. Wanderers usually meet oracles 
without realizing it. Never do they sit at the top of 
a cliff, waiting for pilgrims. At any rate, I can see 
that you are both very happy, and I'm glad for you." 
Douglas continued to spout about Druidism, and Robert 
gently poked fun at him. It turned out to be a most 
entertaining evening, and Douglas recommended a few 
books on the subject that might interest Kathy. 

As he took his leave of the dyad, Douglas embraced 
Kathy, and then, holding to Robert's palm in a 
handshake, he canted, "Prince Robert, I must warn you. 
Princess Kathy is not free to devote herself to you. 
You must allow her to be about her work, satisfied 
that you will not be strangers. To disregard this 
decree would be disastrous for both of you. I adjure 
you, take care."

That night, reclining with her consort, the vision 
returned unto Kathy. This time, however, instead of 
ravishing her, the prince led her to a castle where 
she lodged upon a throne adorned with garlands of 
vernal blossoms. The prince, of course, was revealed 
as Robert, and Douglas attended them. Persisting in a 
vigil, the gods hailed them benevolently.

***

On the day of parting, Robert was able to finish his 
work on the portrait and then photographed the damsel 
in various poses, thinking that perhaps he could use 
them to create a few more pieces. "You'll be a fit 
replacement for Jennifer," he joked, waving at the 
lithograph of the buxom blond. The exercise flamed the 
pair, and they shared their bodies once more before 
the flight schedule required departure. Robert 
delivered Kathy to the boarding gate without remorse 
and a 'see you again, soon, I hope. Remember Douglas' 
silly geas.'

Phil picked Kathy up at the airport, and as they were 
waiting for her luggage to appear, he fondled her. 
When she responded, he asked, "So, did you have a good 
time in San Francisco?"

"It was fantastic."

"Did you meet any guys?"

"Oh a few. Some of them were gay. It was San 
Francisco, after all."

"Any straight ones?"

"There's always one in the crowd, isn't there?"

"And?"

"And what?"

"Well, I mean, did you..."

"You wish," she evaded.

***

On the morn of December 25th, Kathy rose early, donned 
the lingerie she'd worn during the sitting in Robert's 
apartment, and stretched herself under the tree. Next 
to her were two gift-wrapped packages. One held an 
album, Enya's The Memories of Trees, and the other 
contained a lithograph numbered 1/250 and inscribed 
'with Great Love to Phil and Kathy, Robert.'

Picking up a cell phone, she telephoned her own home 
number and waited for her husband. When he sleepily 
answered, she breathed, "Phil? Are you awake? Good. 
Listen, come downstairs. I can't wait to tell you how 
you got your Christmas present."

~~Fini~~

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