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Tuesday Tickle: Have Yourself a Merry Little Sexmas

My Christmas stripper story. 🙂

The joy of hearing about your jerk of an ex. Even when they weren’t ever really your ex.

In the background he heard Teela say, “Is that Thilo? Let me talk to him! I gotta tell him who Sam is dating now!”

Ugh. He didn’t really want to talk about Sam. Sam, who he’d had a crush on for ages, and who had used him only so he could pass Advanced Financial Accounting. Thilo’d fallen for those big blue eyes and high cheekbones, and he’d though Sam had felt the same, but was shy about it, so he’d been patient. Only to find out at graduation that Sam had been sleeping with an English major from one of the sororities the whole time. And he’d gone to work at his father’s huge accounting firm, making forty thousand a year to start, while Thilo had been forced to move out of state to get a sniff at a job that wasn’t part-time or crappy pay.

Yep, he definitely didn’t want to hear anything about Sam the Scam.

So, when Teela took the phone, he pre-empted her with a rapid fire, “I don’t want to hear it.”

“Aw, com on, Thilo, you’ll love this.”

“No, I won’t.” Not unless Sam was dating someone hideous, who would give him genital warts and make him impotent. Thilo reigned in his revenge-obsessed imagination with a sigh. “What are you guys up to?”

She laughed. “Drinking. Our own private Christmas party, and our We All Miss Thilo party.” He could barely hear her over the other four whooping, and someone—he thought it was Vic—yelled, “Hey, Thilo-man! Wish you were heeeeerrrrrrre!”

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