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“Alright then. We have our plan.” I started to close the door, but Ash stopped me again.
“Wait!” she said. “What time can we get up in the morning? I’m thinking 5:30 sharp.”
“Girl, I don’t think you’ve woken up that early in your entire life.”
“Sure I have! I did last Christmas!”
“Let’s stick with 8 am. It would be such a shame if we weren’t all nice and alert to open our presents. And we need extra time in the morning in case we’re up late chasing a Code9.”
“You really think it might happen?! Ah! This is going to be the best night of my life!”
“You never know,” I said. “Goodnight, Ash.”
She started humming a Christmas carol as I closed the door.
We got about three steps down the hall before I heard her call for us again.
“Should we see what she wants?” I asked.
“No, no,” said Slavanka. “It time for sexy surprise.”
“Yeah it is! Let’s do this!”
HoHoHo - Chapter 9 – Code9
Christmas Eve, 2013
While Chad was distracted on his call, I snuck into our room and grabbed my suitcase. And then I took it back to Slavanka’s room next door.
“You have two Santa outfit?” asked Slavanka.
“I only brought one, unfortunately.” I pulled the bikini out of my suitcase. It was like super sexy bondage lingerie, but it was made of red and white candy cane striped spandex.
“Costume so sexy,” said Slavanka. “Perfect for Christmas hot tub sex.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I really wish we had two of them.”
“I have idea. Take off pajamas.”
I stripped down.
Slavanka put the hat on me and then stepped back to admire her brilliant idea. “There. You sit in hot tub and wear hat. Look like you in outfit. I wear rest of outfit. Hide in corner and pop out. Boom. Sexy surprise.”
“Oooh. I’d been picturing us both in the tub from the very start. But now I’m kind of obsessed with your idea. Let’s do it.”
While Slavanka changed into the bikini, I searched the room for something long and sturdy enough to bridge the gap betweenSlavanka’s balcony and the balcony that attached to me and Chad’s room. All the furniture in here was too big and fancy. But out in the hallway, there was a bench that seemed like it would be just long enough.
“Wow,” I said as I hauled it back into our room. “Chad is going to jizz his pants when he sees you.” It was kind of a figure of speech. But also…kind of not. Chad jizzing his pants was unfortunately a very real possibility.
Slavanka grabbed the other end of the bench and we carried it out onto the balcony. Everything was hushed by the snow gently falling from the sky, punctuated only by the occasional howl of icy wind. Every snowflake stung my bare skin. But I wouldn’t have to endure it for long. We just had to bridge this gap and then I could jump right into the hot tub.
We hoisted the bench into the air, flipped it over and then lowered it between the two balconies like a drawbridge over a moat. Except this wasn’t a moat. It was an eight-story drop.
Slavanka punched the top of it. It only moved a little.
“It sturdy,” she said. And then she hopped up and climbed right across.
I followed. But when I was about halfway, the ice on the railing cracked in a way that sloped the whole thing towards the edge. The bench started to slide off.
