Of course, this is a play on Charles Dickens' "A ChristmasCarol"Season's Greetings: A Carol ChristmasBy TiggerCopyright 2000, all rights reserved.Darl...a, or as her junior colleague was wont to call her, Darley,is a boy: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The certificate of his birth was signed by the deliveringphysician, the hospital administrator, and the local countyattorney. Young Darley is as masculine as rats and snails andpuppy dog tails.Mind! I don't mean to say that I. He let hercontinue to dress him in pantyhose and a pale pink blouse and tartanskirt combination."Sit down at my vanity," she told him and proceeded to apply make up tohis face.Once that was finished she had him step into a pair of her sling backshoes with three inch heels then she stood him in front of her closet andopened the door, exposing the mirror on the back.They were both surprised by the result, him even more than her."I look like a woman," he had to admit."I knew you'd be passable but. His breathing ragged as he pushed with all his might and his fingersstarted to pull. Seconds later he let out a long sigh as he pulled itfree. As his breathing calmed down he looked at what he was holding.It was a ball of latex. Mostly yellow with stripes of black. He unfoldedit and came face to face with a familiar bikini neck holder top. Thesame one he had just daydreamed about.Another pulse down below made him grunt and drop the bikini top. Thepleasure and pressure returned. Richard tried to. People still loved him. His gift with hot beverages and his quirky nature was charming to all but his assistants. ‘Hey, Java, how’s the coffee making business?’ Matt asked. Java slammed down the cup he was preparing, liquid sloshed over the side and onto his hand. ‘This isn’t business,’ he fairly yelled while waving his free hand indicating his section of the bar, ‘this is Art!’ With that, he grabbed another cup and started over. ‘Junior!’ he barked. ‘Get the blasphemer’s order!’ Java’s.