She rested a hand on the brunette’s shoulder and said, “Merry Christmas, girlfriend and boyfriend.”
Karl was happy but quite surprised. Later in the parking lot, she saw the pretty blonde standing by the redheaded man. XXX The club was nearly empty on Christmas Eve, with only ten customers. She held the fake bottle to its mouth a while, picked the doll up and hugged it, then laid it down and pretended to change its diaper. Her soft and moist lips touched his, and her fingernails scratched his scalp as she ran her fingers through his short red hair. He didn’t let his daughter see it, but Karl’s letter to Santa was much more adult in nature. When her shift was nearly done four hours later, he had downed so many beers he could barely make it back from the men’s room.
