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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Secret Santa by Kristen Marie (beachmaninwv@yahoo.com) *** In the early 80's I worked as a police officer in a small WV town. Every Christmas Eve I would load my patrol car with gifts for the kids who I knew would be lucky to get anything at all... let alone a toy. I paid for the gifts myself, and I never told anyone about it. The local paper picked up the story every year, but no one knew who the real Santa was. (MF, rom) *** Driving up I-77 on this cold December night, my thoughts slowly turned to my old hometown of Sistersville. It has been 15 years since my last "sleigh ride" on Christmas Eve. My "sleigh" was a Dodge Diplomat police cruiser, and my "ride" was my annual delivery of presents to children who were less fortunate than others on Christmas Eve. My career had taken me away from that small town in WV. The past 15 years seemed a blur....and through circumstances of which I had little control, I now found myself returning home. It was appropriate that I was returning at this time of year. Christmas was, and is, my favorite time. I had lost my job in NC, a victim of cost cutting and budget restraints. Loyalty in the South is not the same as it is in the North. I gave 14 good years to my company, but that worked against me. See, the South frowns upon Unions. So I had no protection when they decided to eliminate my position. I was simply a manager who made $19.00 an hour, who could be replaced by an entry-level employee making $11.00 an hour. Smart business, right? If you think so, then you'll understand why the North won that particular conflict. lol I pull into my sister's driveway at midnight. The streets are quiet, and there are no sounds as I pluck the door key from under the frozen Welcome mat. The long drive has me wired, so after I see that she has already gone to bed, I place my suitcase in the spare bedroom and head back out. Ahh, the police department's lights are still on as I pull in behind the City Building. Good. Time to catch up on old times with old comrades.. I push the buzzer and wait for the familiar voice of one of my buddies to respond. The air here is frigid, much colder than I remembered. Too many years in the warmer climate of NC had softened me. After what seemed like 10 minutes, a soft and very feminine voice crackled across the intercom. "May I help you?" I hesitated. I did not know any female officers on the force. Who was this? "Hello. This is former Sergeant Winters. I'm looking for Rob or Bobby or Jim. Are any of them working tonight?" Without hesitation, the door buzzes open and I quickly push inside to escape the cold. I walk down the steps to the offices. The smell of coffee meets me halfway down, and my mind is skipping back in time once again. How many times had I walked down these steps and enjoyed that scent? I walk into the squad room, and immediately focus on my old desk. How strange to not see my name plate there. It's been so long. But then I spot my picture on the wall, and the plaque proclaiming me as "Officer of the Decade" for the 80's. Memories swirl and nearly overcome me. Then I hear a voice to my left. "Welcome home Sarge." I turn my head and see the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Maybe 5'7" and 125 lbs, with long flowing blonde hair that was parted in the middle and seemed to end near her shoulders. Her body is athletic, and I didn't even notice the uniform covering it. Her eyes are a greyish/blue, and they were burning a hole into my soul. She appeared to be in her 30's, but I knew that she could look much younger with makeup and civilian clothing. After realizing that my mouth is open, I regain some of my composure and try to speak. She walks over and extends her hand. I take it and still no words come out of my mouth. "Don't you recognize me?" she asks. "Uhmm, no, I'm sorry." is all I can manage. "It's Beth. Beth Clayton." she says as her smile widens. "You coached me in softball. Don't you remember?" My memory opened and I did recall this beauty, although then she was a gawky 12 year old with braces. My God. Beth... She was so beautiful! I ask her how she became a cop, and soon we are drinking coffee and laughing over old times. I go out on patrol with her, and after making her rounds, we return to the City Hall. I am entranced by this girl. Something about her is poking at my memory, but the reality of her being here now pushes it aside. I return to my sister's house and go to bed. It is now December 22nd. I play with my niece and nephews, and hook up with my old police buddies. The phone rings around 6 p.m. and my sister hands it to me. It is Beth. "Would you be interested in a Wal-Mart toy run?" she asks. I accept and now we are in New Martinsville shopping and laughing. Something is happening between us, and I like it. Before the evening ends, we are holding hands and sipping hot chocolate in the parking lot. Beth leans over to wipe a smidgen of marshmallow from my mouth, and our lips suddenly meet. I return her kiss, and we remain together that way for a few minutes before I break it off. Part of me still sees Beth as that little girl from years past. I need to get her home and evaluate this night. Beth had purchased an enormous amount of toys, and it has taken several trips into her apartment to deposit them all. I kiss her on the cheek, and practically run to my truck to leave. I am confused. This girl likes me. I like her. So what is the problem?? Today is the 23rd of December. It's cold as hell, and I'm visiting my relatives who live nearby. My thoughts are still on Beth, but I push them aside. Now it is Christmas Eve, and my niece and nephews are excited about tomorrow. We are enjoying a wonderful dinner, and my sister consents to allowing the kids to open one gift each. The evening is going great, and snow begins to fall outside. The kids go to bed, and I sip on a cold beer as quiet over takes the house. Suddenly a spotlight interrupts my peace, and I walk out on the porch to see what is going on. It's Beth. She walks onto the porch and flashes that incredible smile. "Hey sexy." she says I ask her to turn off the spotlight from her police car, lest she wake the kids. As I watch her walk to her car, I notice she is in civilian clothes. I pull on my jacket and meet her on the street. "What are you doing here Beth?" I ask Without a word, she kisses me. I now find myself in the front seat of her cruiser, and she places her hand between my legs. Once her hand wraps around my hardness, there is little I can do to stop her. I am making love to her. As I enter her, a thousand lights go off in my mind. We are becoming one. Her scent, her touch, her voice... over power me. I cum in her, just as she raises her hips and screams out in lust. I slowly lower my head onto her small breasts, and suckle them. Her body responds again, and now I am licking away at her mound... tasting my own semen. My hardness returns, and now we are making love slowly. The snow continues to fall, and after our third round of love making, Beth suddenly bolts up. "I have to go." she says. "Go where?" I ask. Her face softens in the glow of the streetlight, and she gives me that smile once more. "When I was young, I had a difficult life. My parents had no money, and Christmas was not a day I looked forward to" she said. "When I was 12, Dad was not working, and things were really bad at home" she continued. "But on Christmas morning, I awoke to find gifts on my front porch. It was the best Christmas of my life." I stared into her eyes, unable to speak. "So now, every Christmas Eve, I take my squad car and fill it up with presents for kids who might not have it so good." "That's why I have to go Steve." It's almost daybreak, and I have a trunk full of gifts," she explained. I helped Beth deliver those gifts. I am going home to pack up to move to WV to be with her. Back on I-77, I drive along... my thoughts drifting back. Secret Santa lives on. MERRY CHRISTMAS * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 26