December 24
It’s after midnight and I’m thinking of the three prophetic ghosts who visited Scrooge and also of the Three Kings who trudged tirelessly to deliver Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh to the Christ Child. Three is a good number to kick this holiday s*x binge into high gear. Pig is here, and a college boy is on the way.
While waiting for the new kid to arrive, I google the month of December hunting for Christmas trivia. Besides Dickens and the Jesus stuff, I stumble across the fact that it’s the ‘International Day to End Violence Against s*x Workers.’ As I fantasize what being violent with a s*x worker might look like, I watch Pig spread his whale-pale ass cheeks. The two cigarette burns I inflicted at his arrival flare on either side of his inner buns, blinking like mini-Christmas
