What was he going to do? His wife was going to be home in 10 minutes and he had no idea what to do with Jasmine.

You see, Jasmine had wanted to be with him over Christmas. He told her he couldn't get away. He told her he wasn't traveling to HQ in December and wouldn't be able to see her. Surely, she could wait until January when company travel started back up again.

But apparently not! She had written that she was going to wrap up her love for him or some other nonsense. Little did he know she'd wrap herself up and be delivered by post!

Now here she was. He'd poked through the wrapping paper to find her smiling face. She now looked at him a little guiltily. Maybe a little mischievously. Yes, she knew what she was doing.

But what was he to do? What was he to do?

She had suggested she use her mouth and lips to relax him, but there was so little time. What was he to do with her?

He had to admit the sight of her was getting him very hard. He lifted her box. She was so small. She was so light. Her eyes and face visible from the hole on the side of the box. He wondered how she got in there. How she could possibly fit and what he would find if he unwrapped more.

She said he would find the opposite side had a similar hole. A hole he would like even more, she said mischievously.

That did it. He picked up her box by its string and carried her to the bathroom. She swung back and forth under his hand as he carried her. He closed the door to the bathroom and locked it.

He doubted he would need 10 minutes, but better safe than sorry.