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The remainderof the night is uneventful and filled with the same female adoration and attention, but no one holds a candle to the mysterious brunette from mypast.

When our shift is up, Batman and I head back to the station. As soon as we enter the locker room to change, Christmas music blasts us and I grit my teeth. It is like nails scratching a chalkboard for me. I hate Christmas. I lost my mother when I was four in a car accident on Christmas Day, or so my father told me. I don’t remember. But I do remember losing my stepmother the week before Christmas when I was twelve. That I remember very well, but I wasn’t upset about it. She was a real bitch and Dad should never have married her. She made our lives miserable. But I was upset that Christmas though because Dad’s gift was to pack us up and move us across town to live. After that, we never celebrated Christmas. Wasn’t any point to the holiday. I knew Santa was a lie and we didn’t have any money anyway. Besides the fact that the old man wasn’t a shopper. I had to do it all, so every dime I made, I spent on me. Clothes, shoes, blah, blah, blah. Christmas is just anotherday.

"I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas" is playing now and I die laughing. We live in fucking Nevada. I shout, "Bah Humbug, Motherfuckers! Turn that shitoff."

Several guys return it with a robust "Bah Humbug, Sergeant Scrooge! Fuckyou!"

I shake my head and start to strip out of my uniform and into street clothes. My buddy, Mike, strollsover.

"Zane, my wife wants me to invite you over for Christmas dinner. She’s worried you’ll be allalone."

I grin at him. "Tell her not to worry about me. I’m going to be doing just fine around dinner timetomorrow."

"You got plans?" Mike askssurprised.

"I got a plan." I wink and give him a headnod.

"Sup?" He grins back. He’s been married too long and his love life is nonexistent. He enjoys hearing about my conquests and I enjoying sharing them withhim.

"I’ve got a date," I tell him allsmiles.

"How did you manage to score a womantonight?"

I look down at Batman. "The dog is a real chickmagnet."

We laugh together at thattruth.

"Women of all ages were fawning over him like he was a cutepuppy."

"They have no idea, he could take their headsoff?"

"None," I agree. "But seriously, he did excellent with the huge crowds and all the shoppers, didn’t you, Bruce Wayne?" He looks at me with tired eyes. "But I think he’s ready for some peace and quiet." I lean down and pat his side. "You’re a good boy," I tell him in my masculine version of goo-goo dog talk and the hot chick’s face with the sultry voice floats by, then her nice tits followed by her tight ass. My dick thumps reminding me the sooner I get to the pizza joint, the sooner he’ll get oiled up. I slip my shoes on. "I’m meeting her at Blake’s for pizza, then I’m going to convince her I got her Christmas magic right here." I grab my package and swagit.

He laughs. "Call me when you get home. I can’t wait to hear whathappened."

I close my locker and right on cue, Bruce Wayne is up and on point, leading theway.

Mike calls after us. "Bruce Wayne is welcome to hang at our house if you need us to dog sit. You know, Margie loveshim."

I laugh. "I’ll let you know. Thanks,Brother."

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