Page 34 of Single Girl Rules: HoHoHo

“Alright then. We have our plan.” I started to close thedoor, but Ash stopped me again.

“Wait!” she said. “What time can we get up in the morning? I’mthinking 5:30 sharp.”

“Girl, I don’t think you’ve woken up that early in your entirelife.”

“Sure I have! I did last Christmas!”

“Let’s stick with 8 am. It would be such a shame if we weren’tall nice and alert to open our presents. And we need extra time in the morningin case we’re up late chasing a Code9.”

“You really think it might happen?! Ah! This is going to bethe best night of my life!”

“You never know,” I said. “Goodnight, Ash.”

She started humming a Christmas carol as I closed the door.

We got about three steps down the hall before I heard hercall for us again.

“Should we see what she wants?” I asked.

“No, no,” said Slavanka. “It time for sexy surprise.”

“Yeah it is! Let’s do this!”

Chapter 9 – Code9

Christmas Eve, 2013

While Chad was distracted on his call, I snuck into our roomand grabbed my suitcase. And then I took it back to Slavanka’s room next door.

“You have two Santa outfit?” asked Slavanka.

“I only brought one, unfortunately.” I pulled the bikini outof my suitcase. It was like super sexy bondage lingerie, but it was made of redand white candy cane striped spandex.

“Costume so sexy,” said Slavanka. “Perfect for Christmas hottub sex.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I really wish we had two of them.”

“I have idea. Take off pajamas.”

I stripped down.

Slavanka put the hat on me and then stepped back to admire herbrilliant idea. “There. You sit in hot tub and wear hat. Look like you inoutfit. I wear rest of outfit. Hide in corner and pop out. Boom. Sexy surprise.”

“Oooh. I’d been picturing us both in the tub from the verystart. But now I’m kind of obsessed with your idea. Let’s do it.”

While Slavanka changed into the bikini, I searched the roomfor something long and sturdy enough to bridge the gap between Slavanka’sbalcony and the balcony that attached to me and Chad’s room. All the furniturein here was too big and fancy. But out in the hallway, there was a bench thatseemed like it would be just long enough.

“Wow,” I said as I hauled it back into our room. “Chad is goingto jizz his pants when he sees you.” It was kind of a figure of speech. Butalso…kind of not. Chad jizzing his pants was unfortunately a very real possibility.

Slavanka grabbed the other end of the bench and we carried itout onto the balcony. Everything was hushed by the snow gently falling from thesky, punctuated only by the occasional howl of icy wind. Every snowflake stungmy bare skin. But I wouldn’t have to endure it for long. We just had to bridgethis gap and then I could jump right into the hot tub.

We hoisted the bench into the air, flipped it over and then loweredit between the two balconies like a drawbridge over a moat. Except this wasn’ta moat. It was an eight-story drop.

Slavanka punched the top of it. It only moved a little.

“It sturdy,” she said. And then she hopped up and climbedright across.

I followed. But when I was about halfway, the ice on therailing cracked in a way that sloped the whole thing towards the edge. Thebench started to slide off.

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