Yes, and she has a surprise.

“Merry Christmas!” You jerk in your seat as a box is suddenly trust in front of you from behind.

Some how the buxom brunette has snuck up on you from behind and has dramatically presented you with a present wrapped in black and orange Halloween paper of silhouettes of 1920's witch drawings.

“Umm.” You fumble with the package as it falls on top of your laptop, closing the lid. “Thank you . . . um . . . but I think you're getting the Gentile holidays mixed up.” You joke, looking over the immaculate wrapped package that has a tasteful matching black and gold bow. “There is a Jewish guy in the Christmas story, but in Halloween, not so much.”

“It's nothing big.” The curvy sophomore sits down in the chair right next to you, instead of the one across the table, the place you assumed a guy player character would sit. “I was in a bookstore and saw something on sale that you might like.” Sandra gives you that big warm smile that gets more than your heart excited. “Okay, I admit it. I have a craft, present, gift wrapping, fetish. The paper is what really caught my eye, it was just too adorable to pass up. Giving someone a present was just an excuse to buy the paper.” She says kids. “The stuff inside I got off the clearance table.”

“Great.” You roll your eyes pretending to be offended as a big smile comes across your face. “Though its still the best Hanuk-ween-mas present I have ever received. The first and only one, but still the best one.”

As Sandra gives a pleased quick laugh at your lame joke, you cannot help but to notice how stunning she looks. The dark burgundy ankle length skirt, off-white laced 19th century looking top, and the soft open rich brown sweater coat, all whisper class and femininity, though like everything Ms. Morelli wears, its conservative nature falls to fully hide the centerfold figure hid beneath. The faint hint of her floral perfume is maddening, but it's the accessories she wears that now captures your attention. A black lace choker is around her neck and two long gold bracelets cover her wrists. You have never seen Sandra wear a choker or such heavy bracelets before. Though of course tastefully adding to her ensemble, they do have a slight prisoner, or ****, vibe to them, at least that is what you begin to wonder, or perhaps fantasize about.

“Aren't you going to open it?” She interrupts your pondering.

“But, I didn't get you a Hanuk-ween-mas present. Besides this is stunning!” You look over the package again. “I can't even see the tape. You're really very skilled and amazing." Fearing those last two words might be too forward, you quickly joke, "When I wrap presents half the time I use duct-tape.”

“Lev shel zahav.” Sandra whispers. Your puzzled inquiring look is met with a confession, “To be honest, it's really bribery so you will go easy on Rae.” She jokes. “Open it up.”

Carefully unwrapping the paper you're greeted by three trade-paper-back comic books. On the top is “Captain America” with the first Avenger striking a manly heroic pose with his mighty shield on the cover. The next is “Batman” showing the Dark Knight standing before Catwoman in a private, tender, romantic moment. The final one is “Red Sonja” with the busty redhead defeated, captured and in bondage.

“Tell me which one is your favorite.” Sandra softly locks her deep warm brown eyes on you, as her left hand begins to play with a strand of her hair. “I'll sign the inside, since this is your first Hanuk-ween-mas.”