Bob Cratchit had had a crush on his boss, Carol Scrooge, for many years. He had tried many times and many ways to express his love to Carol but she had always rebuffed him. This year he had bought her a bouquet of flowers and had included a Christmas poem he had written, only to find both in the trash can by her desk.
"Mr. Cratchit, how many times do I have to tell you that it is against company policy to give or receive gifts from co-workers?" Carol announced in front of the entire office. "If there is one more violation of this policy I will be forced to terminate your employment with this company. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Ms. Scrooge." Bob responded.
Carol returned to her office and Bob sat at his desk red-faced due to embarrassment. He pondered his situation deciding whether he should give up his attempts to woo Carol. At about this time a delivery man entered and was directed to Carols office. A few moments later Carol walked up to Bob's cubicle and sternly ask him to come to her office. When he entered, she shut the door, walked around her desk and sat down without inviting Bob to sit. He saw a box of chocolates on her desk and it dawned on him that he had ordered the chocolates weeks ago.
"Mr. Cratchit, did you have these chocolates sent to me?" Carol inquired.
"Y-yes I, uh, did, s-several w-w-weeks ago." Bob stuttered.
"I have no choice but to terminate your employment Mr. Cratchit. You have been warned on several occasions to cease sending gifts, yet, you continue to do so. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"Yes, yes I do. These gifts I have sent have been tokens of my affection for you. I think you are beautiful and deep down, I think you are a wonderful person. You really need to relax and enjoy life more. Besides, it's Christmas eve! Do you really want to sack me on a holiday?"
"I really don't care if it's a holiday or not. As for affection, well, all I have to say about that is bah, humbug. Affection...love, it's all a lot of rot! The world would be a much more productive place if people would concentrate on business and leave love out of their lives! Now, clear out your desk and leave the premises at once."
Bob secured a box and cleaned out 15 years' worth of material from his cubicle and left the building. He returned home to his apartment, grabbed a bottle of bourbon and tried to drown his sorrows.
Carol returned to her home after dining alone at a chain restaurant. The food was bland and the service was pitiful but she left with a full stomach. Her home was sparsely furnished because it was only her that lived there. There was no need for superfluous furnishings since she rarely had visitors. She changed out of her work clothes into her cotton sleepwear and after her nightly regimen of makeup removal, moisturizing and brushing her teeth headed for her bedroom. She was about to set her alarm clock but remembered that tomorrow was Christmas.
"Damn holidays! What am I supposed to do? I can't go shopping for groceries because the stores will be closed and I can't go to work. I guess I'll just have to read all day, or something." She thought to herself.
Just as Carol was about to climb into bed she heard a noise in her living room. She poked her head out of the bedroom door to see what the noise could have been but saw nothing. She shrugged her shoulders then shut the door and turned back towards her bed. Again, just before crawling into bed she heard another commotion. This time it seemed to be just outside her bedroom door. Carol quickly grabbed a chair that was in her room and braced it under the doorknob to prevent an intruder from entering. She slowly walked back towards her bed keeping an eye on the door. She then turned and looked for her cell phone in order to call the police, but she couldn't find it. It then dawned on her that she had left it on her kitchen counter.
The noise outside her door became very loud and was scaring Carol half to death when, all of a sudden, an apparition appeared to walk through the door. Carol was so scared that she couldn't scream. She stood with her eyes bugged out and her mouth open but exuding no sound. The ghost looked like her long dead Aunt Mildred, the one everyone in the family called the "spinster Aunt".
"Carol! Carol Scrooge! I have come to change your heartless ways. I couldn't love in my life and look what has become of me!" the ghost cried out. "I am chained with all of the things I desired above love, the one thing that mattered most. You see attached to me my purse which held my money, and the cats that I thought would be a substitution for love and my bible that I hid behind in which I found my excuses not to love!"
Carol cringed as she examined the ghost and then said, "Why have you come? Why are you haunting me?"
"Because you need to learn to love again. If you don't you will grow to have a withered soul like I had. You will never know the joys of intimacy, the feeling of a big dick fucking you in the pussy and ass or the taste of cum in your mouth. Tonight, three spirits will come to you. They will show you your life in the past, what things are in the present and where your life may go in the future. Heed their warnings or you to may be wrapped in the chains of your churlish life!"
And with that the ghost disappeared. Carol sat on the edge of her bed trying to process what she just saw. "There are no such things as ghosts!" she thought to herself. "I must be dreaming but I seem very awake. It must have been something I ate, that food wasn't very good. Besides, love is just humbug!"
Carol crawled into her bed and under the covers and fell immediately asleep. She had been asleep for several hours when a loud whooshing sound awoke her. Sitting up in bed, she was greeted by a young man of about 16 years of age.
"Are you one of the spirits my Aunt told me about?" Carol asked.
"I am. I am the spirit of affections past. Take a hold of my arm so that I can show you your past life."
Carol took his arm and immediately her room filled with fog. When the fog cleared, Carol was standing in a hallway at her high school. In front of her was her younger self and her best friend Inga. She saw that they were talking so Carol moved closer to hear the conversation.
"I went out on a date with Brad Williams last night," the young Carol said. "We had a good time for a while. He took me to a really nice restaurant and then to a movie. That part was nice but then we parked out at 'Big Hill'. We kissed there for a while which was very nice but then he started grabbing my boobs and was grabbing at my pussy. Then he tried to make me take his penis in my mouth!"
"Did he try to rape you?" Inga asked.
"Well, no...he asked me if I would take him in my mouth. But the thought is disgusting. Is that all boys think about? Why couldn't the date just be dinner, a movie and a little kissing. That would be perfect."
"Well look at it from his perspective. You are really gorgeous, have a terrific figure and the way you dress excites him. He just shelled out a lot of money on a nice dinner and a movie and you won't even let him get to first base! There's an expectation of a little fondling and, maybe, a blowjob after a nice date like that. You can get a reputation as a tease if you take the dinner and give nothing back."
"I don't know Inga. I only want to have sexual experiences with the man I love, not with every high school boy who takes me on a date."
Inga laughed and said, "You are going to have a very lonesome time in high school then."
All of a sudden the fog reappeared and just as suddenly it disappeared on Inga and Brad in the backseat of his car on Big Hill. They were both naked and kissing.
"Carol told me you brought her out here."
Brad laughed sardonically, "Yeah I did. We had dinner and went to a movie, kind of like tonight with you. When we got out here she just got cold as a fish. She's seems really hot but she isn't."
