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Santa's Big Little Helper

Author(s): Celine Chatillon

Suellen received a very special gift from one of Santa's very special helpers ... stockings and all.

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"Help? You want to…help…me?" The effects of the liquor were much stronger than usual. What was happening? She felt like she was falling asleep, and yet she was certain she was still sitting at her kitchen table across from a most unusual man.
"Yes, I can help you, Suellen. You've been a good girl this year--in spite of your lapses in manners at times--but all is forgiven. It's time you opened that beautiful heart of yours up so it can start loving again." Her guest stood and walked around the room.
"Anyone in particular you're interested in?"
"Interested in?" She blinked several times. He had picked up one of her romance novels from the counter by the phone and was flipping the pages. "Oh, yeah, I dream about those cover models sometimes. They're such hunks. That one on the book cover you're holding is tall, dark and handsome to the max, with his long flowing black hair and those bulging biceps…I wouldn't mind Santa slipping him in my stockings tonight--with me in them!"
She began to giggle, then covered her burning cheeks with her cool hands. "Pardon me. I'm not usually so rude. It's the whiskey."
The little hobo put down the book, joining in the laughter. "Yeah, that truth potion really loosens a person up."
"Truth…potion?" Suddenly she was seeing two--no, four--no, eight of her white-whiskered guest. "It's not just sippin' whiskey, then?"
Smiling at her, he clasped his pudgy hands together, then rubbed them briskly. "All right, then. It's time for a little magic. And I know just the elf who can help me--Carlos, over in Texas. Luckily he lives relatively nearby."
"Carlos?" Suellen clutched the edge of the table and forced herself to sit up so she could continue a coherent conversation. "What a coincidence. That's the name of one of our regulars. He drives a truck between El Paso and Roswell, but always manages to stop by for lunch. He lost his wife to cancer a couple of years ago. It was so sad. She wasn't very old, about my age, I heard. It couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. Always tips well, too."
"Does he now?"
If she wasn't mistaken, her guest was glowing again. Gold light tinged his roundish form and white, feathery appendages on his back seemed to be spreading wider and wider. Suellen rubbed her eyes and blinked hard. The hallucination abruptly ceased. She fought off the urge to scream, forcing herself to her feet. "Let's hang our stockings over the mantelpiece," she announced.

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ISBN (Electronic): 978-1-60180-028-2
Genre: Erotic
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Publisher: Mojocastle Press

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