Boughs of Folly
In his parka, David watched the young man speak with the girl leaving the building. Abruptly, she threw her arms around him and kissed him. Hard. For quite a while.
Shortly thereafter, he approached another exiting woman and whispered something to her. She glanced up and then over at David and seemed to shrug. She kissed the young man and David stopped counting at 13 seconds.
Finally, the young man approached the last departing member of the University of Delaware Fightin’ Blue Hens Dance Team and elicited the same amorous response.
“Tongue? All three?” David asked, removing a set of 20s from his wallet. “How?”
“Maybe they just had the Christmas Spirit,” the young man smiled, exchanging his mistletoe prop for the cash, their wager completed.