Mistletoe

December 29, 2011 Leave a comment Go to comments

She was finished sitting around waiting for him to finally leave his noisy, big haired wife. It was time to take matters into her own hands, and what better time than the Christmas party? Armed with a ball of waxy leaves sprouting tiny white flowers that hung from a red bow, she marched up to her target and grinned wickedly holding the ball above them as high as her arm would allow. He looked around them at everyone and shot her a death glance, but leaned in for a good-natured peck on her cheek, but at the last moment she turned her head, in an age old girl move, forcing him to kiss her smack on the lips. When she wound her arms possessively around his neck, and deepened the kiss, she heard the satisfying sound of his wife gasp followed by her loud exit

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Lillie

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