Santa Must Get Laid

I don’t know why I bother coming in to the office the week before Christmas. The week before Christmas, no one wants to know what little secrets their brother/sister/husband/lover/coworker/whatever has. I sit on my butt in at my desk, pretending to wait for a call and actually getting some sleep.

But that was last week. This week I’m a new woman.

A bit of drabble about a private eye who is looking in to some ‘interesting’ Christmas gifts.

Complete - but I’m not particularly happy with it.