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Gift Of A Lifetime

Pitch black I couldn't see your face. We kissed under the mistletoe. My hemostat boiled over. Salsa in the salon, and rumbaing in the bedroom.

Your gift to me nine months ago in the dark of night must look like you. Green skinned two headed six-armed bundle of joy.

Story by:

John D. Brooke

johnbrooke@mac.com

submitted at 10:21pm

22 April 2011

John D. Brooke's web:

www.holysmokeandmirrors.com