Hot love at Christmas
“Let’s make hot love.” Greg had just stumbled into the kitchen where Jan was heating up a bottle of Glühwein (mulled wine) that he’d bought at the grocery store.
“What?!” Jan asked, shocked. “Are you drunk?”
“No, of course not. I just want to make hot love with you.”
“Are you kidding me? What’s gotten into you? I’m in a relationship.”
“But I brought amaretto.” Jan’s eyes bulged. He and Greg had known each other for years, and this was out of character.
Greg pointed at the Gluhwein. “You’ve already got the Glühwien, and I have the amaretto. What’s the problem?”






