Christmas always used to bring me joy. But for the second Christmas in a roll, I had no family to spend it with. Oh sure, I could try to join in with some cousins of my mother who were only a decade older than me, but I would still feel like an intruder. My grandmother passed away some eighteen months ago. During the funeral arranging, I got a sudden interview for a job, so it was agreed that I should go to that while the other three members of my family, my mother, brother, and uncle, went on to make arrangements, as Granny had been worried about my job difficulties and her ghost would rather I try for a job. While interviewing for a job, which I did not get by the way due to various reasons, my family was hit In their car by someone who thought they were too good to wait for a green light to make a left hand turn, killing them almost instantly. At least that driver was killed too, but lasted for two days surely in great pain, which of course I think he deserved.
But that first Christmas a few months later was rough. No special foods, no special desserts, and no gift giving. Also, no stores open to do at least some shopping so I could at least find some way to pass the time. All TV had was either marathons of shows I cared little about, movie marathons where if I cared about the movies in the first place, I'd have them on DVD, or endless football games, which being raised a Cleveland Browns fan I could no longer stand to watch. It was miserable.
With the first Christmas alone so bad, I was dreading the second, and come to realize why so many committed suicide during the holidays. It got so bad I actually laid down on the ground at the local cemetery where the family plot still had one spot open. It was a relief to find out my favorite Chinese buffet, the Shining Dragon, would be open for Christmas. At least it would be something to do.
So on that dreary Christmas afternoon I went to the Shining Dragon. When I saw no cars in the parking lot, I was concerned. But I got out of the car, and saw the door to the Dragon was open so I went in.
"Come on in," said Shun. "Sit wherever you like."
Shun was the waitress there, and apparently the only one working today. Shun was one of the reasons this was my favorite Chinese buffet. I looked up the meaning of the word Shun. It means "smooth". It perfectly described her legs. She was only 5'2", but her legs were still beautiful. Her breasts seemed like a B, but she knew how to use them to accent her beauty. Her face, with her rich smile and doe-like eyes, could melt the strongest metal.
The food was the other reason. Most buffets, especially Chinese ones, seem t have something wrong with them. Maybe their desserts are rancid, especially the chocolate pudding. Maybe the fried rice would seem better served as a device of war than for people to endanger their teeth eating it. Maybe the sushi seems a little too close to kindergarten paste in texture. Maybe there would be no gravy for the egg foo yung, in which case why bother eating it? But at the Shining Dragon these problems did not exist. Everything was good. Well, the sushi was still mostly a reason to eat wasabi, like all sushi I ever tastes was, but they seemed to at least try making the sushi stand alone. But the spring rolls require special mention. The spring rolls deserved to be their own separate food group. Smoother than any other restaurants, and perfectly flavored, the spring rolls were a delight. So I took a leisurely meal at the Shining Dragon. As I was sipping my Mountain Dew and enjoying a new plate of spring rolls, I saw Shun was about to fall. Without thinking I dove to catch her, knocking my table and all its contents onto the floor. I managed to catch her, but with being off balance all I did was pad her fall. She seemed appreciative.
"Thank you," she said, as she rested atop of me. Personally, I was still felt like the wind was knocked out of me. I think it was because it felt so good to have a pretty girl in my arms, which hadn't occurred in quite some time. I then noticed why it felt so good. My hands, trying to catch her, skidded up her chests to the two objects most readily available to be held; her breasts.
