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Graham
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WHEN I FINALLY made it to the hospital, I put the rest of my costume on and entered the building. People smiled at me as I walked by, and I quickly jumped into character again.
“Are you really Santa?” asked a little girl who was just leaving the building with her mom.
“Yes. Some people call me Kris Kringle,” I said, grabbing a candy cane from the bag. I looked at her mother and motioned toward it.
Smiling, she nodded.
“Thank you, Santa! Don’t forget that I really want that doll I sent you a letter about,” she said, taking the candy from me.
“I’ll do my best,” I replied, not knowing what else to say. Fortunately, the mother winked at me and I had a feeling she’d be getting her Christmas wish.
“Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas,” I said before walking away.
After talking to a few more people, I went into the bathroom and called Cleaner to find out where he was and where we should meet. Unfortunately, he didn’t answer his phone. I tried Chloe, but she didn’t answer, either.
Frustrated, I walked out of the bathroom and asked directions. A couple minutes later, I was getting off the elevator and heading down the hallway to the Children’s Cancer Unit when I heard a loud crash in one of the supply rooms, followed by some banging. I stopped abruptly and was about to open the door, when I heard someone moan.
“Yes. Harder,” a woman ordered, gasping and panting. “Oh, Anthony.”
“That’s right, darlin’,” growled a voice I recognized. “Spread ‘em wider for me.”
Rage burned through me as I pictured him fucking Chloe. She wasn’t the woman I’d thought her to be. One ride from Cleaner and she’d dropped her panties like a club whore. Furious, I stormed away to find another bathroom. I needed to cool down before I blew up and ruined Christmas for someone besides myself.