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Special thanks for Fred Fan crossing my t's and dotting my i's.
Comments appreciated to MissBehavin@sprint.ca -- story not for review
in the CR but an independant review would be wonderful.

Happy and safe holidays to everyone,

Miss B

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Spirit of the Season

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"Goodnight, Virginia. Merry Christmas!"

She looked up from her report and forced a smile. "Merry Christmas to
you too, Lori; have a wonderful holiday."

"Don't stay too late; it is Christmas Eve, after all."

"I won't -- promise."

Her secretary shifted the packages in her hands, smiled, and then
quickly made her way down the hall to catch the elevator.

Virginia picked up her report and spun her chair around to look out
the window. It was only 6:00 p.m. and it was already dark outside.
Huge, fluffy snowflakes were lazily dropping out of the sky and
settling on the ground as if to snuggle with all of their friends. The
city was a circus of lights and people, with no ringmaster to control
the spectators. Last minute shoppers were scurrying about below,
hoping to find the perfect gift, or at least one that didn't have to
be glued back together. Virginia sighed and returned to the report
sitting on her lap, reading the same paragraph over twice. She looked
out the window again, running the end of her pen over her bottom lip.

She wondered what it would be like to get excited about the holiday
season, to spend Christmas Eve with family, friends, and excited
children, to be with the ones you love. The last time she had felt
that way was when she was seventeen -- thirteen years ago. The
memories were faded and the feelings too faint to stir any kind of
emotion in her -- or so she pretended, unable to fool even herself.

"Virginia, you're still here."

She spun around in her chair and smiled. "Very observant of you, Mack.
It's no wonder you're a Vice President here."

He smiled back, although his eyes showed his concern for her as they
did every year. There was no reason why she should be alone for
Christmas, although she would argue the fact.

"Why don't you put on your coat and come home with me? Sarah and the
kids would love to see you, and there's always enough food to feed an
army."

"That's because you and Sarah created an army," Virginia said,
speaking of their seven children.

Mack laughed and leaned against the doorframe, his voice taking a soft
tone. "I'm serious, Virginia. For the past eight years I've left here
on Christmas Eve to find you staring out the window. I wish you would
at least talk to me about it, or talk to Sarah. She's a wonderful
listener."

Virginia dropped the report on her desk, stood up and walked slowly
over to Mack. "I appreciate the offer, Mack, as I do every year, but
once again I'm going to have to decline. Wish Sarah and those
munchkins happy holidays for me, and please don't worry -- I'm fine."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. Mack was
the closest thing to a father that she had, although he was only ten
years older. 

He held her close and sighed. One of these years she would say yes and
he'd probably have a heart attack and miss it.

She released him and smiled. "Did you remember my bag of presents for
the kids?"

He nodded to the bag sitting in the hall and smiled. "All present and
accounted for, Ma'am."

Virginia rolled her eyes at his bad pun. "Have yourself a merry little
Christmas, Mack," she whispered.

"You too, Darling," he said, touching her cheek, and then turning to
leave. He picked up her bag of gifts and turned back to her. "The
offer stands, if you change your mind -- you know that."

She nodded and smiled, afraid to speak as the tears welled up in her
eyes. He smiled back and headed down the hall. She watched him get
onto the elevator and went back to her chair. She didn't bother
picking up her report again, since she wouldn't be able to concentrate
on it anyway. The snow was falling heavier now, reflecting off the
lights as the wind carried it off and spun it around. Maybe she should
have taken a vacation and gone someplace else. It didn't really
matter, though; the feelings would follow her no matter where she was.
You can run, but you can't hide.

She left her chair and sat on the window ledge, kicking off her heels
and spinning around. Leaning back, she stretched out her legs and
leaned her forehead against the cool glass as a single tear ran down
her cheek and froze against the glass. A tear, frozen in time in
remembrance of what could have been but never would be.

~~~

Greg turned from the window and looked at the mess on his desk,
chairs, and floor. It looked as if a tornado had gone through his
office, sweeping up all of his papers and sending them flying. Could
he leave it looking like this in good conscience? He shrugged and
decided that he didn't really care; after all, it was his company. In
the worst case he would just get a secretary really pissed off as she
felt the need to straighten it all up. He hated the end of the year.
The budget reports were starting to suffocate him, and if he heard one
more Christmas carol he was going to scream.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Grinch," he thought to himself as he picked up
his overcoat and headed to the door. As an afterthought, he went back
to his desk and picked up the Christmas present that sat there. It was
still wrapped, but the colorful paper couldn't hide the fact that it
was a bottle of his favorite scotch -- a present from his employees.
It had become his Christmas tradition in the past two years to
celebrate the season with his present in the hopes that he'd get so
drunk that he'd wake up and it would all be over. He tucked the bottle
under his arm and headed for the elevator.

"Hey, Mr. McInnis, Merry Christmas."

Greg smiled. "And a Merry Christmas to you too, Tina. Are you almost
finished? You shouldn't be here on Christmas Eve."

"Just one more office to clean, and then I'm outta here," she said,
smiling.

"It could have waited, you know."

"I know, but I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing that the offices at
McInnis Enterprises still had to be cleaned." She smiled sincerely at
him and he smiled back, knowing that she meant what she said. "Plus,
you gave me that incredible bonus again, and I wanted to see you and
thank you."

He smiled, "Only a small token of how much you're appreciated, Tina.
Well, I guess I'll head home, since everyone else left me."

"Almost everyone, you mean."

Greg looked at her, a confused expression on his face. "Almost?"

"Yes, Miss Wilder is still here."

"Oh, I see," he said slowly. "Merry Christmas, Tina, and I don't want
to see you back here until after New Years, do you understand? The
office will be closed."

She laughed and he smiled. "Yes, Sir!" she said saluting him. "Merry
Christmas to you too, Mr. McInnis."

He headed to the elevator as she pushed her cleaning cart into an
office, humming to herself. The doors opened and he stepped in and
pressed the button for the underground parking. As the elevator
started down, he reached out and, on impulse, hit the button for the
sixth floor. Stepping out as the doors opened, he looked down the hall
both ways and headed to the right, where he could see a light coming
out from one of the offices.

She didn't hear him as he stood in the doorframe, studying her
closely. They didn't run into each other every day, as both of them
were out of the office more often than not. Sometimes they traveled
together; he attended meetings and visited affiliates while she took
care of promotions. He had admired her ability since he had first met
her about seven years ago, after she had already been working for them
for just over a year. 

He smiled as he remembered the first time he had seen her. He had been
totally disgusted with a promotional package, and the scene he had
made upon entering the Marketing Department wasn't pretty.

"What the fuck do you call this?" he had yelled to no one in
particular as he waved the layout around. The room had become very
quiet as eight pairs of blank eyes had stared at him.

The manager had spoken up. "It's the new..."

"It's a piece of shit! What the hell is with all this pink?"

"We thought it would be eye catching and..."

"Eye catching? It looks like Barbie's dream home after a bulldozer ran
over it." He was furious, and when he looked over he could see
Virginia trying to stifle a laugh.

He looked at her, "You -- I want you to come up with something that
doesn't make me want to throw up."

She looked momentarily confused, her eyes moving from him to her
immediate boss and then back at him again. He figured that she would
back down -- claim it wasn't her job or some equally weak excuse.

"How much time do I have?" she asked, surprising him.

"I'll give you forty-eight hours," he had said, tossing the layout on
the floor before storming back out. 

He was surprised when, about thirty-nine hours later, he was presented
with two different ideas, neither of which made him want to toss his
lunch. Both ideas were well thought through and very professional.
They also showed promise and the persistence of someone who wasn't
wearing blinders -- someone who could think outside of the circle, and
he admired that greatly. 

He smiled again, remembering when he asked her what she wanted to do
in the future -- where she saw herself going. She had immediately
responded, "I want to keep coloring outside of the lines." It had
taken him a second to figure out what she was saying, and when he did,
he realized how much alike they were -- unconventional at best.

As he watched her now, he thought about how far she had come and how
quickly she had gotten there. People who didn't know her, that didn't
know her work, probably thought that it had to with the way she
looked. His eyes fell from her neatly pinned up blonde hair down her
long neck. Her round breasts rose and fell softly beneath her silky
white blouse. Her waist was small, leading down to little but curvy
hips. The red skirt that she was wearing had moved up her thighs,
leaving her long legs exposed. She was one of those women that you
were immediately attracted to because of her looks. She wasn't sexy in
the form of a beautiful flashy actress. Instead she had a very
wholesome look that made you think of the girl next door. Actually,
had she been the girl next door, there would be a lot of very happy
men out there. It was hard to describe how someone could be sexy and
wholesome at the same time, but if words could describe it, then that
would be Virginia.

"Before you fall out the window, can you let me check to see if I'm
insured for that?"

Her head bolted up and she looked over to the man standing in her
door. "Greg."

"How goes it?" he asked as he moved into her office and tossed his
overcoat on the couch.

"Going, going, gone," she said, smiling weakly at him.

"Shouldn't you be off doing whatever it is that one does on Christmas
Eve?" He already knew the answer, although he didn't know the reason.

"Shouldn't you?" she shot back, side-swiping his question, although
she too knew the answer.

"I was just about to break into my new traditional holiday mode," he
said, holding up the wrapped bottle.

"Don't let me stop you," she said as she watched him sit on the edge
of her desk.

"I wasn't," he said, looking around her office. "Actually I was
looking for someone to join me, maybe start another new tradition.
Where do you keep your glasses?"

"In the portable bar," she said.

"You have a portable bar?" he asked, a little shocked.

"No," she said smiling.

He shook his head and smiled back. "Stay there and I'll be right
back." He jumped off the desk and headed out her door.

Virginia's eyes followed him until he disappeared. She wondered what
he wanted and then shook her head, leaning it back against the window
frame. Greg was pretty much the ideal boss, if there was such a thing.
He allowed you explore new ground without fear that you'd stumble and
bring the business crashing down. He was opinionated and certainly let
you know when you'd disappointed him, which she did from time to time;
but he never held it against you, and it was stressed that it wasn't
something that you should take personally. Everything she did she took
personally, so when he did show disapproval in the way a venture was
turning out, it depressed her, but she kept it to herself. She had
become a master at hiding her emotions after so many years of
practice.

She admired him completely. He had what it took to keep this company
going and was always right on the cutting edge of everything.
Sometimes he took risks that seemed almost suicidal, but nine times
out of ten they were successful and people stopped questioning his
sanity.

He walked back in, holding up two mugs. "Do you want the teddy bear or
the one that says Are We Having Fun Yet?"

"Tough choice -- I'll take the bear," she said.

He sat back up on her desk and started unwrapping the bottle,
carefully pulling off the shiny red bow with the mistletoe hanging
from it. As he peeled off the paper, he watched her as she continued
to stare out the window. He broke the seal and poured a generous
amount into each mug before returning the cap to the bottle and
setting it aside. Picking up both mugs, he slid off the desk and moved
over to her. Looking up, she took the mug from him and smiled,
thanking him.

"I couldn't find any ice," he apologized, staring down into her blue
sad eyes.

"After a few, I probably won't notice nor care," she said softly.

Greg sat down on the ledge beside her feet. She pulled her legs up and
he leaned back against the window. Looking over at her, he held up his
mug in a toast. "To your health," he said, thinking of how stupid that
was.

She smiled and clicked her mug against his, "And to yours."

She took a sip of the scotch and felt it burn as it slid down her
throat. She couldn't remember the last time she had had a drink, and
if she made it to the bottom of this mug she'd probably be on the
floor.

"I've been reading over the final report on the Tyson merger, and I
think I'll have some ideas for you about how we should approach
the..."

"I don't want to talk about business, Virginia," he said, rubbing his
thumb against his mug.

"No?"

"No."

"Okay."

They stared at each other, neither saying a word. She wondered what he
wanted; he wondered if she had ever thought about him the way he had
allowed himself to think about her a couple of times.

"Way back when -- you know, when I was a kid, ninety years ago," he
watched as she laughed and then continued. "I remember how exciting it
was on Christmas Eve; the smells of baking, the excitement of the
unknown, wanting to explore the presents under the tree without
getting caught. I also have a confession to make. I pretended to
believe in Santa Claus until I was ten just so I could get the extra
gifts."

Virginia looked shocked, "You mean there isn't really a Santa Claus?"

"Damn, me and my big mouth!"

She laughed and pushed herself up, pulling her knees up under her chin
as she took another sip of her scotch. It was starting to slide down a
little easier now. She found herself relaxing, getting caught up in
the Christmas memories.

"I remember my two younger sisters used to elect me to go out and scan
under the tree while they distracted Mom and Dad. They would create a
diversion and I'd move in and take inventory." She laughed softly at
the memory as it grabbed a hold of her heart and squeezed.

He watched her face, knowing that somewhere very close to the surface
was the reason why she wasn't with her family tonight. No one knew the
answer -- just that she never was. She never talked about them and
would usually clam up if asked. He didn't say a word, just chuckled
softly at the mental image of that.

"One year my older brother got up at 3:00 a.m. and opened everyone's
presents," he said, remembering the look on his parents’ faces when
they stepped into the living room. Virginia laughed and he continued.
"He's forty-five now and probably still does it. His wife probably has
to lock him in their bedroom on Christmas Eve. More?" he said, holding
up his mug.

She nodded and handed him her mug, watching as he pulled off his gray
suit jacket and loosening his tie before pouring their second drink.
She watched the muscles in his back flex as he moved. If his older
brother was only forty-five, then that probably put him around
forty-two, she guessed. He was tall, a little over six feet, and in
good physical shape. She knew that he spent a lot of time in the
company gym. Mack had once said that he had to tire out his body in
order to make himself think clearer. Each to his own, she thought.

"So, what's the company gossip on my much hidden divorce, now that the
word is out?" he said, repositioning himself on window ledge and
looking at her.

"Married to the company, ignoring the Mrs. -- the usual," she said,
honestly. She never minced words and had no use for head games.

"Not very scandalous, huh?" he said, laughing as he took a large gulp
of his drink. "If they only knew."

Virginia shrugged, not wanting to pry since it was none of her
business. She swallowed more scotch and wondered when it stopped
burning on the way down.

"You know, Virginia, you spend your life doing what you think is
right, trying to provide for those you're responsible for, and upon
doing that you end up losing either one or the other."

She raised an eyebrow, showing her confusion.

"I've worked like a demon for twenty years getting to where I am now,
and I have nothing to show for it besides this place, this company."

"No small feat," she said honestly.

"Oh, I'm not complaining about that, and I know I dug my own grave;
but it doesn't seem fair somehow."

"Life sucks and then you die," she said, staring into his blue eyes.

"A fine festive Christmas toast," he said, laughing and raising his
mug to her. "I guess I always figured that I had the bull by the
horns, but apparently I was only holding his tail."

"Do you miss her?" she asked, immediately regretting asking.

"Yes and no," he replied slowly. "I miss the idea of there being an
'us', you know? But I don't blame her for finally giving up on me. I
wasn't much of a husband, I'll be the first to admit that; but in my
mind I was doing what had to be done. She knew what she was getting
into, and I guess she figured that eventually I would become the man
she wanted me to be."

"What man is that?"

"One that comes home every night on time, mows the grass, cleans the
pool, and plays bridge with the neighbors." He looked over at her and
added, "That just ain't gonna happen in this lifetime."

A church bell bonged outside, and she looked at her watch. It was only
8:00, and her heart sank. If there ever was a never-ending day, it had
to be this one.

"So are you still seeing what's-his-name?"

She laughed. "His name was David, and, no, not for about 6 months now.
He decided that I spent way too much time away from home to be worth
the bother."

"Do you miss him?"

She thought about that, "No, but I miss the sex."

Greg choked on his drink, her comment taking him by total surprise. He
looked at her grin as she obviously enjoyed his reaction.

"Just the sex?" he croaked.

"Yup - oh, and the way he used to pick up my dry cleaning on his way
over to my house to have sex."

"It is hard to find those qualities in a man, isn't it?" he said,
laughing and finishing off his scotch.

"My father was that kind of a man. It didn't matter how busy he was or
how many things he had going -- he always took the time to make sure
Mom and us kids were happy. That actually bothered her sometimes,
because she was pretty damned independent." She stopped and wondered
why she was telling him this.

Greg listened to her, picking up on the past tense in her words and
feeling the sadness in her voice. "Tell me more about them," he said.

"Nothing to tell, really," she said claming up as always.

"Let's play a game," he said, turning his body to face her, his leg
brushing against her feet. "It's kind of like ‘show me yours and I'll
show you mine’, only you tell me what that big hurt is that you've
been holding onto forever, and I'll, in turn, tell you mine."

She slugged back the rest of her scotch, feeling it spinning her head
and fogging her judgement; and yet, it didn't matter. She felt like a
dam ready to burst.

"You first," she said, figuring that if his wasn't really good then
she'd just make something up to satisfy him.

"Okay. Two Christmas's ago I was in Phoenix and wondered what the hell
I was doing there when everyone else was off enjoying the holidays. I
jumped on the next plane back and decided to surprise my wife and I
did. I really did surprise her -- her and Jeff Wilson, that is."

Virginia's jaw dropped open. "Jeff Wilson? The Director of Finance?"

"Ex-Director, and one in the same."

"Your wife was sleeping with him?"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call it sleeping. It was more like walking
into the kitchen and finding him fucking her over the table."

She tried to pick up on any emotion in his voice but received little.
She remembered when Wilson had suddenly resigned his position from the
company -- two years ago, now that she thought about it.

"I'm not sure which one of them I miss the most," he said. "He was a
damned good accountant." He smiled at his attempt at a joke, but the
smile wasn't returned.

"What did you do?"

"After the initial shock wore off, I thought about just turning around
and walking out, since neither of them knew I was standing there. I
just about did that, but then the shocked and hurt feelings were
overtaken by the rage I felt. So I cleared my throat loud enough for
them both to hear. The look on their faces was just about enough to
satisfy me -- just about." He got up, took her mug that was swinging
from her hand and moved back to her desk. "The rest is history, I
guess. She didn't need me, I didn't need her, and although I did need
Jeff, I had seen him seen him naked and could no longer look at him
across the boardroom table. So I told him that he could either resign
or find himself in the big scandal of being fired."

"Could you have exposed that?" she asked.

He stopped pouring and thought about his answer before speaking. "I
doubt it. My goal, selfish as it may be, is to keep this company above
reproach, or seemingly so. It didn't matter; he left quietly, and
she's now living in France, which is almost far enough away."

He handed her the teddy mug, then pulled up her high-back leather
chair and dropped himself into it. Virginia stretched out her legs,
crossing them at her ankles. She looked down at her red skirt and
smiled; she had hoped that the color would put her into the spirit of
the season -- what a dork she was.

"Your turn," he said, putting his feet up on the windowsill and
leaning back in the chair.

"I'll tell you this, but I never want to discuss it again; do you
understand?" He nodded in response. She drained her mug and took a
deep breath, trying not to think about what she was doing.

"We always visited my grandparents in Florida before Christmas;
always, without fail. But when I was eighteen I had a job clerking at
a department store, so I bowed out of the trip; I wanted to be a
responsible adult and do the job I had committed myself to. They were
proud of me and left with my sisters, promising to return on Christmas
Eve as always. I worked until 5:00 on Christmas Eve and then rushed
home to turn on the Christmas lights and get out the treats before
they got home. Christmas was always a big deal around our house. I
turned tree lights on, cranked up the Christmas tunes, lit the fire
and waited. Time moved slowly as I waited and then started to worry.
By 11:00 I became overcome with anxiety, feeling caged. I wanted to
call Gramma and ask what time they had left, but I didn't want to
worry her, so I paced around the house, my mood growing darker with
each passing second." She looked at him, tears silently sliding down
her cheeks; it was all he could do to sit there instead of rushing
over and holding her. She started talking again, her voice barely a
whisper as her eyes became a darker shade of blue, swimming in tears.
"I waited all night for them to come home; I'm still waiting."

If there was such a thing as being able to feel your own heart break,
Greg had just felt it. He put his mug on her desk and rolled himself
over to her in the chair. He didn't touch her -- he just looked at
her. He was afraid that if he said anything he'd choke up. Before him
now sat the one person who he'd never thought he'd see the inside of.
She was always friendly -- approachable, but never, ever personal.

"Virginia..." he managed to whisper.

"I didn't tell you that for your sympathy, Greg; I was just fulfilling
my end of the game."

He nodded and, without thinking, his hand moved to her cheek and his
thumb brushed away the new tears. She looked like a fragile doll and
his arms ached to hold her.

Virginia pondered his thumb rubbing against her skin. She missed the
touch of a man; maybe if he weren't who he was she might have pursued
it, just for the sake of the bodily contact that she ached for.

She was lost in her thoughts as he moved his hand to the back of her
head and pulled her lips to his, kissing her softly. Her mind raced,
but her body reacted as her lips moved against his. His other hand
moved around her waist, pulling her closer to him as her tongue traced
his bottom lip. His hands were warm against her skin and she began
sinking against him, moving to the edge of the window ledge as their
kiss became urgent.

Suddenly her mind clicked back to reality and she pulled back from
him, her breathing slightly ragged.

"I told you that I don't want your sympathy," she whispered.

He laughed and she frowned. "You think that I want to make love to you
for sympathy's sake? If that's the case, Virginia, then you're not as
smart as I thought you were."

She pushed herself back against the window, trying to regain her
composure. She had always been attracted to him, but she had admitted
that openly only to herself. She had always found him that way, but
that wasn't exactly the point.

"You know, Virginia, inside of you is a person who is begging to get
out. A little girl who never had the chance to grow up without
dragging around a lot of hurt and pain. If you'd let her out -- show
the world that inner you -- you'd probably feel better."

"Thank you, Dr. Joyce Brothers," she said sarcastically. She knew he
was right. Her pain brought on fear, the fear of giving herself to
someone else. She couldn't open herself up and love someone without
thinking that they, too, would just leave her.

He laughed and sat back in his chair. He probably shouldn't have
kissed her, but he could still taste her on his lips and didn't really
care.

"I don't feel sorry for you -- not in the way that you think."

"Then how?"

"Well, I see a woman who has everything going for her, and I know that
she is going to go far, whether it be here or somewhere else. I've
also just seen that she's actually human, and locked up inside of her
are feelings that she needs to deal with." He watched her watching him
intently, not saying a word. "If we are being totally honest here,
then I'll admit that I've always been attracted to you, from the first
moment I saw you trying not to laugh at my Barbie comment."

She smiled in remembrance and leaned her head back against the window,
staring at the ceiling. She wished that she knew exactly what it was
that he wanted from her. She'd worked with him for seven years now and
knew how he operated. He wasn't the kind to force himself on anyone,
whether it was business oriented or not. If she had sex with him, what
would it change? It would make their business trips together really
stressed or very pleasurable -- it could go either way. She wasn't
looking for a partner, and certainly not one like Greg -- someone that
she was pretty sure that she could fall for.

"Virginia?"

Her blue eyes met his. "Yes?"

"If you want me to go, I'll understand. I'll even leave you the rest
of my Christmas present. It changes nothing really, except that I know
a little more about you and visa versa." He smiled. "Plus I know what
a good kisser you are, although I'd always suspected that."

In a split second she made up her mind and didn't give herself a
chance to second-guess her decision. She quickly put her thoughts into
a short lecture.

"Okay, here's the deal. You want to make love to me and I want to have
sex with you. It's Christmas Eve, the worst fucking day of the year,
and I'm depressed, and I don't think it's one of your favorite
holidays either. So together we are two lonely people who have
consumed half a bottle of scotch and find each other attractive, so I
propose this: we throw caution to the wind, fuck like bunnies, and
afterwards we go our separate ways and we never discuss this again."

He listened to her with great amusement. "That's quite a proposal,
Virginia. How come one of those have never come across my desk before?
I would have accepted it readily... before."

She looked at him, cocking her head to one side. "Before? Before
what?"

"Before I found out that you were real," he said.

"Oh, give it up, Greg! I've always been real. A real woman, doing real
work, living a real life, just like everyone else in this place."

He leaned forward in his chair. "I disagree. You've always been real
up to a point, but every time someone gets remotely close you back
away, securing yourself back behind your glass walls. You allow others
to see you, but in no case are they allowed to get any closer than
those walls allow."

"How do you know this? How could you possibly know so much about me?"
Her eyes challenged him as she could feel herself getting mad. There
was only one person who even remotely knew anything about her and that
was Mack, and apparently he had a big mouth.

"Let me explain something to you, Virginia. There are certain people
in this company who, for business reasons, I've always kept an eye on.
I believe that people will perform to their best -- and sometimes
exceed that, if they are challenged -- and never get the chance to
become bored or too comfortable in their jobs. You're one of those
people, and you always have been. I've watched you for the past seven
years go from a graphic designer lost in a crowd to where you are now.
And never, for one moment, think that your promotions have had
anything to do with how I think about you personally, or that I've had
some kind of hidden desire to bring you up the corporate ladder just
so I could pounce on you. I do have an interest in you, and that's
because you're a key player here and I respect what you do and how you
do it." He took a deep breath, making sure he still had her attention
and then continued. "And now, after all of these years, I just kissed
you, and I apologize if that somehow offended you; but it happened."

"Are you finished?" she asked.

He thought. "I think so, yes."

"Good. Now was that a yes or a no to my proposal?"

He blinked. He started wondering if she had multiple personalities,
and then she grinned at him and he knew that he was forgiven.

"It's a yes, except for one thing."

"What?"

"It's not something that I want to forget or not discuss, Virginia,
unless I'm really bad or can't get it up or something." She laughed
and then he did, knowing that getting it up wasn't going to be a
problem, since he had been semi-erect since he had kissed her.

"What if we both really enjoy it? Where does that leave us?" she asked
quite honestly.

"Having sex in the stationery closet and photocopying our butts after
hours?"

She laughed and looked at him. It actually felt good being with
someone who understood why she was the way she was -- someone else who
had always put business first, although for a different reason.

"So how do you want to do this?" she asked.

"Geeze, Virginia, you're taking all the romance out of this," he
replied, smiling at her. 

He reached over and took her hands, pulling her off the window ledge
and onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned over
to kiss him and he pulled her close to him. Their bodies pressed
together as they kissed, their tongues exploring each other's mouths.
She pushed her fingers up through his hair as his one hand rubbed up
and down her back. His lips moved from hers and started kissing down
her neck. She leaned her head back, exposing her neck to him, feeling
his tongue trailing down her skin until he reached the nape of her
neck. He pulled her closer, leaning back in the chair, and then
grabbed her firmly as the chair started falling backwards and tipped
over. They spilled onto the floor, stunned for a moment, and then
started laughing.

"Think that was a sign?" he asked as he pushed the chair off of them.
"Are you okay?"

"Very fine," she said, looking down at him. "You're pretty soft to
land on."

"Don't use the word 'soft' when we're about to make love, Virginia.
It's not good for a guy's ego, you know."

She laughed, wondering why he kept referring to it as making love when
it was really just sex. She sat up on his stomach and reached for his
tie, pulling it out of the knot. Her fingers moved to his buttons and
started releasing them one by one as he put his hands behind his head
and watched her.

"Lean down here for a second," he said.

She leaned down and his hands moved to the clip that held her hair up
and he undid it. Her hair dropped around her face and he smiled,
telling her that was better. She smiled and sat back up, undoing the
last of his buttons after pulling his shirttails out. Pushing his
shirt back, she let her hands run over his strong chest, her fingers
running though his sparse chest hair.

Shifting down until she was straddling his thighs, she reached for his
belt and unhooked it. He watched her, the look of determination on her
face both amusing him and turning him on. He felt her push the button
of his pants out of the hole and then slowly pull down his zipper and
his body shook. His cock was pressed hard against his briefs as her
fingers hooked under the waistband of his pants and underwear.

She started tugging them down. "Lift your hips."

He obeyed her order, feeling his cock spring free as she exposed it.
She pulled them down, shifting herself until they were around his
knees and then sitting back down on him. She traced an invisible line
up his cock and ran the pad of her finger around the swollen head.

"I never thought I'd be giving you a blow job," she said, taking his
cock into her hand and moving it slowly up and down his shaft.

"I never thought I'd ever get one," he said, moaning as her fingers
tightened around his throbbing cock.

"From me?"

"No, in general," he said, arching his back slightly as she continued
to stroke.

Virginia considered his words. "You mean you've never had one before?"

"Never," he said, his eyes meeting hers.

"Your wife?"

"She had a lot of very expensive dental work and didn't want to risk
it -- or so she said."

"And no one has ever done this for you? You've never had a secretary
under your desk?"

He laughed. "Well, if you'll think about it, my secretary is about
fifty-nine years old and probably has dental concerns of her own."

Virginia smiled and wondered if he was telling her the truth. He could
tell her thoughts by the look on her face.

"I'm serious, Virginia. I haven't been with many women, and the ones I
have been with have never offered and I've never asked."

She shuffled down his body, moving herself between his legs, thinking
it would have been more comfortable to get rid of his pants. Her eyes
locked onto his as she held his cock straight up and ran her tongue
from base to tip. His body shook, and when her tongue moved around the
head of his cock, his hips pushed up. Virginia pulled his cock down
and pressed the head between her lips. She tightened them around it
and flicked her tongue at his skin.

Greg moaned at the sensation of her hot wet mouth around his cock. The
feeling was incredible, and he closed his eyes momentarily before
opening them again to watch as his cock disappeared between her lips,
and then he moaned again.

As she lowered her mouth on his cock, she moved one hand to his balls
and started rubbing her fingers gently against them. The head of his
cock slid over the roof of her mouth and she moaned before pulling her
head back, tightening her lips and sucking in hard. Greg's hips
started to rise and fall, fucking her mouth slowly. The way her lips
tightened around his cock, the way her forehead kept banging against
his stomach, made him want to slam into her. It was a feeling that he
had never experienced before. He moved his hands down to the back of
her head, guiding her head up and down, although she didn't need any
assistance.

Virginia gently squeezed his balls as she sucked on his cock harder,
feeling it throbbing between her lips. Greg tugged gently at her hair,
resisting the urge to drive his cock deeper into her mouth. He moaned
as she pulled her head back, feeling her teeth graze his skin. The
feeling combined with the visual became overwhelming and he locked his
fingers into her hair and pulled her mouth off his cock. The cool air
hit it and he shivered.

"Two more seconds of that, Virginia, and..."


She knew what he was about to say, and she wiggled out of his grasp
and wrapped her lips back around his cock, taking it into her mouth
deep and sucking on it hard. She took long, luxurious sucks, up and
down before moving faster and tightening her lips firmly around his
pounding hard flesh.

Greg tried to hold himself back, but it was impossible. With his
fingers locked in her hair, he raised his hips and his body tensed for
a second before he came in her mouth, shuddering hard. He could feel
her hot mouth sucking in as he held the back of her head. Seconds
later, he dropped himself back to the floor and watched as she slowly
pulled her lips off of his cock.

"That was incredible," he whispered, panting hard as he said,
"although a little unfair."

"Unfair how?" she asked, her tongue swirling around the head of his
cock.

"Well, I was really hoping to actually be able to make love to you,"
he confessed.

Virginia laughed and crawled off of him, kneeling beside him and
looking down. "That was foreplay. By the time we make it to the actual
sex part, you'll be big and strong again, I promise."

"I dunno, Darling. I'm old, you know." He grinned at her and sat up,
pulling off his shoes and then his pants and briefs. After pulling off
his socks and shirt, he looked over at her, smiling. He stood up and
held his hands out to her. She took his hands and he pulled her up,
immediately wrapping his arms around her and leaning down, kissing her
softly. Her lips tasted like him, and she kissed him back hard,
pressing her body against his, gently raking her nails down his bare
back.

He moved his mouth from her lips, kissing across her cheek to her ear
before whispering, "My turn."

Pulling back from her, he pretended to study her for a second.
"Something's not right here," he muttered.

She looked at him with curiosity but didn't say a word. He muttered to
himself and looked around her office.

"Ah ha!" he said, and walked over to her desk, retrieving the shiny
red bow with the piece of mistletoe stuck to it. Grinning, he walked
back to her and stuck the bow on the top of her head.

"There! Now I can unwrap my present," he said.

Virginia laughed, feeling a little goofy with a bow stuck to her head.
Greg put his finger under her chin and lifted it, looking down into
her eyes. Not a trace of the previous sadness could be found there;
her eyes were dark blue and sparkling, just the way they should be. He
leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.

"Yes, Gregory, there is a Santa Claus," he said, kissing her again.

His lips trailed down her long neck, kissing here and nibbling there.
Her skin tasted sweet as his tongue swirled against it. As his lips
nudged her skin, his fingers worked on the buttons of her blouse,
slowly popping each one out of its hole. The back of her blouse had
already come out of her skirt and he pulled the front out and finished
undoing the buttons. He stood up and slowly pulled her blouse back,
exposing her silk and lace covered breasts. With his palms against her
chest, he pushed them up and over her shoulders, causing her blouse to
side gently down her arms and land silently on the floor. His fingers
traced down the straps of her bra and over the lacey cups until they
met between her breasts.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his fingers moving down between
her breasts and unhooking the clasp. He let go of the material and the
cups slid back, her bare breasts slowly coming out of hiding. He
sucked in his breath as her puffy pink nipples appeared. They were
hard and swollen, begging for attention.

Picking up the straps, he pushed them backwards and her bra fell down
her arms and landed on her blouse. Both hands cupped her breasts,
squeezing them softly as he felt her nipples rub against his palms.
Virginia closed her eyes and moaned softly, feeling the heat of his
soft hands on her body. Leaning down, he raised one of her breasts to
his mouth, allowing his tongue to lightly trail over her erect nipple.
He felt her body shudder as he teased the tip with his tongue. After
running his tongue around her nipple, wetting it fully, he blew on it
lightly. Virginia's hands flew to the back of his head and pulled him
to her.

He opened his mouth and began nuzzling on her nipple, sucking it into
his mouth while his tongue welcomed it in, playing with it. He pulled
his head back, sucking in hard as he did and stretching her skin.

"Oh, God," she whispered, her fingers tugging at his hair.

Between his thumb and forefinger, Greg rolled her other nipple. When
he squeezed in and pulled it out, Virginia moaned and pressed herself
harder against him. His lips released her nipple, and he slowly kissed
and licked his way over to her other nipple. Her fingers tugged harder
on his hair as he paid her nipple the same attention that he had with
the other one.

After nuzzling, he released her nipple and kissed down her breast, his
tongue licking with long strokes at the underside of her breast. He
rubbed his nose against her firm skin, enjoying the weight of her
breast against his face.

His hands moved to her waist as he dropped to his knees. Sneaking a
peek at her face he felt his cock lurch at the expression on her face.
Her eyes were closed, lips half parted. His hands traced down her
small waist and then moved back to fight with the button and zipper on
her skirt. He smiled when he thought that the best Christmas presents
were the ones that were hard to unwrap.

Virginia opened her eyes and looked down at him, "Need some help down
there?" she said, smiling.

He managed to get the button undone and grinned at her. "Someone used
too much tape."

The zipper slid down easily, and he pressed his palm against the small
of her back, feeling the warmth of her skin and the softness of her
body. Very slowly his hands moved to the waistband of her skirt and
pulled it down over her hips. He watched as her little white panties
came into view. Like her bra, they were mostly lace and very small.
The lace did little to hide what was behind the material. He could
smell her, and he fought the urge to move faster. He wanted to unwrap
Virginia very slowly.

She felt his hands moving down her thighs, following her skirt as it
fell. Looking down, she watched his face as he removed her skirt. The
excitement was building inside her and she wanted to grab the back of
his head and pull his face against her pussy, but she controlled
herself. Instead, she played with his hair with one hand and tugged on
one of her nipples with the other.

Greg wrapped his hands around one of her tiny ankles and slid his
hands up her stockings, over her knee and up her thigh to the top of
it. At the top of her thigh-high stocking he rubbed gently, feeling
the top of his one hand lightly brushing against her panties. He could
feel the wetness against his skin and he smiled. With great patience
he moved his hands down, slowly rolling the stocking down, exposing
her beautiful leg. As he rolled the stocking down, he kissed her thigh
and felt her fingers pulling at his hair.

Virginia lifted her foot and he peeled off the stocking and moved to
her other leg. Again he ran his hands up her leg, but this time, when
he reached the top, he leaned against her and tugged on the band with
his teeth. His hot breath against her skin made her moan and press
against him. He was driving her insane, which she suspected was his
goal. Greg tugged the stocking down to her ankle with his teeth,
stopping now and then to plant a kiss on various parts of her leg.

She lifted her foot and he pulled off the stocking and tossed it over
his shoulder and it landed on her desk. He looked up at Virginia, who
was watching him with great interest; she raised an eyebrow as her
stocking hit her desk.

"That's part of the fun of Christmas," he said in self-defense. "You
get to toss the wrapping all over the place, and the cleaning lady
will pick it all up later."

Virginia rolled her eyes and was about to say something when she felt
his hands sliding up the backs of her thighs. Greg watched her,
immensely enjoying the fact that his touch was turning her on so much.
He thought for a moment, and then stood up on his knees. Holding her
hips, he turned her around and got his first glimpse of her beautiful
ass. He moaned and pressed his lips against one of her half-covered
cheeks. Remembering his plan, he pushed her forward and followed on
his knees until she reached the desk.

He took one of her ankles and pulled it to the side, making her spread
her feet apart. When he was happy with their placement, he rubbed his
hand up over her ass to her back and gently pushed her until she was
lying down on the top of her desk.

"Don't even think about reading that report while you're up there," he
quipped, trying to sound serious.

"Okay," she said her breath slightly ragged, "but from this angle I
can see a lot of dust on my computer screen."

He laughed and lightly slapped her ass. Kneeling behind her, he
grabbed her hips and pulled her out a little. Her ass waved in front
of his face, her panties barely covering it. Running his hands over
her hips, he picked up the tiny waistband of her panties and slowly
pulled them down over her ass, moaning as it came into view. He
dropped the panties to the floor and began kissing her cheeks.
Virginia moaned and pushed back against his face.

He wiggled up on his knees until they were between her feet, and when
he sat back, he caught his breath and felt his cock jump in response
to what he saw. Just below her firm ass were her swollen pussy lips,
hanging down between her thighs. Her lips were bare and shiny from her
juices. Reaching up, he very lightly ran his finger against her
swollen flesh. Her body shook as she pushed back, causing his finger
to slip slightly between them. Her skin was soft, hot, and soaked. He
pulled his finger back and brought it to his mouth, sucking on it and
tasting what he knew he needed a lot more of.

With his forehead against her ass, he pushed his tongue out and licked
her pussy lips, feeling her cream sliding down his chin as he parted
the lips with his tongue and ran it up and down. Virginia moaned and
moved her feet farther apart as she started rocking against his face.
She moved back and forth slowly, feeling his tongue poke inside of
her; then it moved up and circled her swollen clit, and then slid back
down. Greg tried to bend his neck back further, but it wasn't working.
He moved back and heard her whimper. Quickly he reached over and
pulled her chair over, grabbing her hips and turning her towards it.
Virginia moved and bent down over the chair.

"Perfect," he said. The lower position exposed her pussy to him
completely. She moved her feet apart and he slipped back up behind her
legs and drove his tongue into her. He could feel her tightening
around his tongue as he wiggled it inside of her.

With his hands on her ass cheeks he started pushing her forward,
letting his tongue slide up between her lips until her clit was
between his lips. He sucked it into his mouth, holding it tightly
between his lips as his tongue flicked hard at it. Virginia moaned and
pushed down, rubbing against his face, his nose rubbing against her
opening and becoming covered with her cream. He released her clit and
moved his head back, lapping at her juices as he pulled back. He
licked her sweetness from his lips and admired his view once again.
Her clit was now so swollen that it was poking out from between her
lips. He looked down briefly at his cock and knew that she was right
-- there wouldn't be a problem.

Greg moved his finger up and slowly pressed the tip into her wet cunt.
He circled her opening, teasing her. She moaned and pushed back,
trying to drive his finger into her. He moved, not allowing her to do
what she wanted, and that made her whimper.

Her whimpers and moans were driving him insane. He'd never had a lover
who was so vocal before, and he had to admit that it certainly added
to the pleasure when you knew that you were definitely pleasing your
partner. 

He pressed the tip of his finger in and felt her pussy automatically
grab it. In one fast stroke he drove his finger into her cunt until it
disappeared. Virginia groaned, her pussy holding his finger in so
tight that he could barely pull it back out. Her pussy was incredibly
wet and slick, and as he started pumping his finger in and out of her,
he added another one and fucked her hard with the two of them.

He moved his other hand around her thigh to her clit and rubbed it
gently, smearing her cream all over it. She was moaning loud, slamming
her ass back against him as he upped his tempo and drove his fingers
in faster, her clit sliding between his other fingers. Seeing her ass
waving in front of him was just too much to ignore. He kissed and
licked her cheeks as he wiggled her fingers inside of her.

"Oh, God!" she screamed -- probably loud enough to alert anyone in the
city that she was about to have an orgasm. "Greg... Greg... I'm going
to cum!"

The words had barely left her lips when she moved her feet together,
clamping her tights around his hand and squeezing. Her powerful thighs
held his fingers deep inside of her cunt as she came. He could feel
the tightness around his fingers, muscles contracting hard, pumping
around his fingers before feeling a warm flood against them. He had
never felt anything like it before and it was unbelievable.

He nibbled at her cheeks until she finished, slowly releasing her grip
on his fingers and moving her feet back apart. She was panting hard as
she held onto her chair and tried to catch her breath. While she was
doing that, he leaned in and lapped at her pussy, tasting what she had
just offered him on his fingers.

"My God," she whispered.

Greg smiled and gave a long lick up her ass before standing up behind
her. Virginia pushed herself up and leaned back against him, trying to
steady her shaky legs. Greg wrapped his arms around her waist and
leaned down to kiss her neck. She moved her hands back to his hips and
ground herself back against his cock.

"I want to make love to you, Virginia," he whispered in her ear.

Her reply was scratching her long nails across his hips and a little
whimper as she pushed herself back, grinding his cock into the small
of her back. He unwrapped his arms and slowly turned her around to
look into her passion-fired eyes.

"Say yes," he whispered.

"Yes."

He took her hands and led her to the couch, kicking his overcoat off
it. She was about to lie down on it when he stopped her, scooting in
front of her and lying on his back, his knees bent as his feet pressed
against the arm of the couch. He smiled and offered her his hand.
Taking it, Virginia moved over and was about to get up on the couch
and straddle his body when his hand moved to her hip and turned her
around. He pulled her backwards and then down until she was lying on
top of him, her back against his chest. She moved her legs to either
side of his and felt the head of his cock rubbing against her ass. He
wrapped his arms around her waist and slowly slid his hands up over
her ribs to her breasts. Gently he squeezed them, her nipples hard
against his palms as she shimmied down a little, his cock sliding
between her pussy lips.

As he massaged her breasts, he sucked on her earlobe, listening to her
quick breathing. Virginia raised her hips and then shifted down a
little more before pushing down. The head of Greg's cock pressed into
her, stretching her as she pressed down harder. Greg raised his hips
and pressed his knees up, driving his cock into her hard and listening
to her moan. 

Her pussy was wet and tight and he savored the feeling of it
surrounding his throbbing cock. But Virginia didn't want to savor
anything, and she lowered her hands to his hips, digging her nails
into his flesh and banging down on him. Together they started moving
faster, his hips banging against her ass as his cock moved in and out
of her cunt.

He loved the feeling of her on top of him, feeling her body hard
against his as his fingers started working on pulling at her nipples.
He pulled back, pushing his ass deep into the couch cushion before
ramming his hips forward and driving his cock so deep into her pussy
that he could feel her lips against the base of his cock.

Virginia moaned and pressed down, holding his cock inside her tight,
enjoying the throbbing feeling as it lurched inside of her. She could
feel Greg's breath against her neck, his heart beating hard against
her back as he fucked her. She moved a hand to her pussy, running a
finger between her swollen lips and rubbing it against her engorged
clit. She stroked her clit with her thumb and stretched her fingers
down, rubbing them against his wet cock as it slid in and out, the
sounds of her wetness filling the room.

"You feel so good," he moaned into her neck, pumping his hips up
harder.

Virginia moved her hands over his and pulled them off of her breasts,
pushing them down to his sides. Leaning up, she reached for his legs,
putting her hands behind his bent knees and pulling herself forward.
Her body pressed down hard, impaling herself on his cock. They each
moaned, holding the position for a moment. Virginia held his legs and
pulled hers back until she was sitting up on her knees and Greg moved
his legs up until his knees were completely bent.

With his hands on her hips and her on his knees, she started moving
slowly up and down. Greg leaned his head up, watching as her pussy
swallowed his cock. He moved his hands up to her waist, holding onto
her tightly, and pushed her up and brought her down hard.

Virginia bounced up and down, her pussy taking his cock in completely
and then holding it as she pulled herself up. They moved faster, each
downward motion becoming harder and more powerful. Greg raised his
hips as she moved down, and instead of moving back up again, she
pressed down on him, grinding against him from side to side.

A low moan escaped her throat as she tossed her head back and closed
her eyes. Her body tensed, feeling the waves wash over her. Greg
pulled himself up and wrapped his arms around her waist as she started
to cum. Her pussy started to contract around his cock and he knew he
wasn't far behind her. With his forehead pressed against her back, he
felt her nails dig into his knees as her whole body shook hard and she
let out a scream loud enough to wake the dead.

Her pussy was crushing his cock, pressing around it as she started
sliding forward and back, whimpering continuously. His arms tightened
around her waist as he attempted to thrust back into her while she
rocked hard against him.

"Virginia!" he groaned, his strong arms holding her tight as his
forehead banged against her back. For a second he stopped breathing,
feeling the tightness in his balls before he tensed and then shook,
cumming deep inside of her as she kept rocking on him. His cock jerked
inside of her and he moaned against her back. Her skin felt hot
against his forehead as he tried to catch his breath.

"Greg?" she whispered between pants.

"Yes, Baby?"

"Could you loosen your grip? You're gonna snap me in half."

He immediately unlocked his arms from around her waist, his chin
resting on her shoulder. "Sorry," he whispered.

Virginia moved her legs out in front and leaned back against him,
feeling his cock still inside of her.

"Come back here," he said, pushing her forward until she slipped off
his lap. She turned around and dropped herself into his outstretched
arms. He pulled her down onto the couch and held her close. They lay
there, looking at each other. Greg pushed her hair back from her face
and smiled at her.

"You're one hell of a woman, Virginia Wilder," he said, stroking her
hair. 

There were so many things that he wanted to say, but he was afraid
he'd scare her off. His fingers pushed back into the bow that was
still stuck in her hair and he laughed.

"That's gonna hurt when you pull it out," he whispered.

"Then I guess it'll have to stay there until I shower, and I'll stand
under the water until it falls out."

She felt so relaxed, lying side by side, pressed firmly against him.
Her hand rubbed his back as she gazed into his eyes. There were so
many things she had never seen in them before, feelings that she
didn't want to face; but she knew that she'd have to face them, and
soon. There was no time to turn back, and the thought of that alone
scared the hell out of her. For now she was just going to enjoy the
afterglow of their lovemaking. 

She smiled; she had called it lovemaking and not sex, which meant she
was in really big trouble.

"What are you smiling for?" he asked.

"I was just thinking that Francis Church was right."

Greg reached down and pulled his overcoat up and over them. He
snuggled against her.

"When he said, 'Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus?' Is that what
I've become to you, Virginia? A fat man without the red suit? A man
who plays with elves and reindeer and only comes once a year and his
wife isn't even around for it?"

Virginia looked at him with mild amusement. "I can't wait until your
blood heads back up to your brain."

He grinned. "Tell me what Mr. Church said that made you smile."

"When he said, 'He exists as certainly as love and generosity and
devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life
its highest beauty and joy. Alas! How dreary would be the world if
there were no Santa Claus!' He was right, because tonight I once again
feel like I have some kind of belief in the season. A faith of sorts,
I guess." She looked at him and laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm rambling; but
it really does feel good to finally be able to tell someone about my
pain, and to feel that they understand; maybe the awesome lovemaking
didn't hurt either."

Greg looked at her warmly. "He said something else that was equally
true."

"What's that?"

"The next line: 'It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias.'
I, for one, can not imagine my life with no Virginias in it."

He pulled her close, pressing his lips against her forehead and
feeling more than he had ever allowed himself to feel before. Maybe it
was the scotch, or maybe it was the release of fantastic sex, but he
didn't think it was either.

"Virginia?" She looked up at him. "I know that in your proposal you
stated that we were to... uhhh, what were those words? Oh, yah, 'fuck
like bunnies and afterwards we go our separate ways.' But I'd like to
renegotiate that point, please."

"Tell you what," she said, stretching, "we can discuss it over
breakfast."

He smiled down at her as church bells outside rang the midnight hour. 

Leaning down, he kissed her forehead as they listened to each bell
chime, holding each other tight. She sighed, her head resting on his
shoulder as she listened to him recite what would become her favorite
part from the famous 1897 editorial.

"Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and
view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real?
Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and
abiding."

-END-

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