A Christmas Eve to Forget

“What?”

“This lady has a sick fantasy.”

“What did you expect? She’s mom’s friend.”

“Get this. She went to Midnight Mass, and when she gets back, I’m supposed to jump out of a closet, wearing a mask like a thief and attack her.”

“Attack her?”

“Yeah, I’m supposed to rough her up a little, rip her clothes off and… you know – do bad things to her next to her Christmas tree.”





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