Arema woke up in the middle of the night. She was thirsty and so she decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, she couldn't wait to see her presents. There was one dog-like box that looked like a box.
Then Arema noticed that Tepid was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
Arema thought that she would surprise Tepid. Maybe even sneak up behind him and drop him on his ungodly leg. That always made Tepid incandescant.
Arema crept huskily down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its horrible lights, and the presents, heaped up slowly, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Tepid. Kissing someone.
Arema was so angry, she picked up a sock from a table and threw it speedily on a mountain.
They both looked around.
"Tepid, you shining fox!" Arema yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Arema looked and then rubbed her groin and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Tepid said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a silly kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Arema said freakishly. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be black."
That seemed reasonable. Arema went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, like a shapeshfting fox demon that eats children with it's gargantuan tentacle covered back of mouthlike doom and fanciful tails of overhyped sexuality. He made Arema's eyeball feel all smelly.
"You see?" Tepid said happily and Arema saw. So they had a threeway.
Arema woke up in the middle of the night. She was thirsty and so she decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, she couldn't wait to see her presents. There was one dog-like box that looked like a box.
Then Arema noticed that Tepid was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
Arema thought that she would surprise Tepid. Maybe even sneak up behind him and drop him on his ungodly leg. That always made Tepid incandescant.
Arema crept huskily down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its horrible lights, and the presents, heaped up slowly, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Tepid. Kissing someone.
Arema was so angry, she picked up a sock from a table and threw it speedily on a mountain.
They both looked around.
"Tepid, you shining fox!" Arema yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Arema looked and then rubbed her groin and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Tepid said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a silly kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Arema said freakishly. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be black."
That seemed reasonable. Arema went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, like a shapeshfting fox demon that eats children with it's gargantuan tentacle covered back of mouthlike doom and fanciful tails of overhyped sexuality. He made Arema's eyeball feel all smelly.
"You see?" Tepid said happily and Arema saw. So they had a threeway.
Everybody's presents were late.