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 How I wrote my Christmas Story by Girl Friday Copyright 2003, all rights
reserved



   Gosh darn it.  I just want to write a Christmas story for Frank's
festival.  Every time I sit down to write the darn thing I get interrupted.
Just when I get the girl all set up on the beach Heathen pops up on IM to
say hello.

   Have any of ya'll ever chatted with Heathen?  The man is witty,
charming, and a non-stop chatterbox full of some the most inventive sexual
ideas I've ever heard of.  I have to stop and take notes, then ask my
husband for a demonstration - Damn there goes another hour and still no
story.

   Okay done with the demonstration - now back to my story.  The guy with
gray eyes is hitting on the girl in the red bikini and things are getting
ready to heat up.

   *Groan* Damn it ...  there's Tony on IM giving me hugs.  Now who can
resist a cute teddy bear hugging the living crap out of you on IM?  Not me,
so I ask him about his day ...

   Shit another two hours down the drain.  Okay, now where was I?  Oh yes,
my Christmas story.  Now the guy leans over and

   Rod!  Of course I'd love to come chat in the lounge baby.  I'll be right
there.

   [Three hours later]

   Why is this word file up?  Christmas vacation?  Oopsie.  I really should
have been working on that.  Frank is going to kill me if I can't come up
with an entry for his festival.  Let's see, ah dinner and dancing, then
they can go back to her place ...

   Para, sweetie <kiss> How was work?  Aww, that's so sweet ...

   Midnight?  Where did my evening go?  Shoot.  Now, oh yes back to her
room for a nightcap, things get a little steamy.  Let's see, she can wear
his Santa hat while he slings her legs over his shoulders, then

   Frank?  Yes, of course I'm working on my Christmas story.  It's right
here in front of me.  I have *not* been chatting all night with my friends.
Well, maybe just a little.  No, I don't think I'm gonna make that deadline.
Can you give me an extension?  No!  But Frank ...  I extended the deadline
for you on the story fest.

   How about if I include schoolgirls in short little red skirts and Santa
hats?  No panties ...  bent over your desk ...

   Hold that thought?

   But I could work it into my story somehow, if I make the guy leave the
gorgeous redhead in the skimpy bikini and take a job at a private school.
Now how does that make it Christmas related?  Hmmm.  They have red panties
on and he dresses up like Santa before he throws them on the desk and ...

   Forget it?  You don't want me to write a Christmas story?  But it's half
done now and it's only 2:00 am.  What's another allnighter?

   Arty, handsome - yeah I'm talking to Frank too.  You getting ready to
get on the train?  Okay sweets, ttyl.  xoxox

   Now Frank ...  about this Christmas story thing.  I've just had a
brilliant idea.  How about I write the story of how I wrote the story? 
Will that qualify for the fest?  It might ...  really?  How much sweet
talking and begging are we talking about?

   Chocolate syrup is not what I had in mind but if you insist ...
   --Fin--