What I would like and what I’ve missed for so long, is a passion filled evening and or night with a woman.” I hit enter after typing the message a...d hold my breath. “I want to see your face.” Oke, not a direct no or fuck off. But not the response I was hoping for. “Meeting just a body does seem strange. I can’t believe I’m typing this but, let me take a selfie. Would it be rude of me to ask you for the same?” “No.” “Would you,..” Before I can hit enter. “Working on it.” I run to the bathroom. This Christmas season was like most other ones, and it started out like most others do with the concert that kicks off the Christmas Season, the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. It is the true start of Christmas for me and my season isn't the same without seeing them, and listening to Christmas music NON STOP from November first through January third ... but enough on what Christmas means to me and onto my favorite Christmas memory!Two Thousand Nine marked my twenty first birthday year and my most. My phone dings, a message from my lover, 'can you take a naughty picture for me before you leave?' He asks.I pull the neck of my T-shirt down below my breasts and take a picture. They look quite big on the picture; 36C soft, milky white and kissable. I send it to Joe.'Better?' I ask. I then re-adjust my top back to how it is supposed to be.'I love your boobs!!' He replies. I laugh quietly to myself.'Are you leaving work yet?' I ask.'On my way in 10 mins,' He says.I have an uncontrollable smile. But I hate him.”A thought suddenly occurred to me.“I’d be happier if you can avenge my humiliation.” I feigned a sarcastic look. He stared at me and then diverted his gaze. “I… I don’t know… how?” He babbled.“You really want revenge for your father taking your wife away from you.”“Yes.” He said painfully.My heart began to melt.“How will you do it?”“I don’t know.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I know I’m no match for him.”The thought that was ticking in the back of my mind grew stronger. I didn’t.