Jim took a fork and gouged out a bite of meat from the holiday roast. "Jim, no!" Sharon said, but Jim had already put the morsel into his mouth, only to spit it right back out into the sink. "I haven't cooked it yet," she explained.
"Yeah," Jim said, "I kind of figured that." Suddenly there came a knock at the door. "I'll get that," Jim said, "Unless you want to."
"Dressed like this?" Sharon said, referring to her only clothing being bra and panties, "Go get it."
Jim opened the door to reveal a man in a brown uniform. "IPS," he said, "International Parcel Service. Package for Sharon McCorrmack."
"I can sign for it," Jim said, and he did so and then wished the delivery man a merry Christmas before closing the door. "Sharon, mail!"
"What is it?" she asked, emerging from the kitchen.
"Some kind of box. Return address is BlackCo Pharmaceuticals."
"Oh! I know what that is," Sharon said, "I entered a raffle at the mall last week when I was shopping. I must have won something!" Sharon tore open the box and found an envelope and a bunch of styrofoam packing material. She opened the envelope and read the letter inside. "I won third prize!" she said excitedly.
"What'd you win?" Jim asked.
Sharon reached into the box and pulled out the prize. She had won...
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