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Old 12-07-2003, 10:37 AM
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Peter Hollingsworth

"This is it, Mac. 1023, Spitfire Drive." Announces the driver as he pulls his yellow cab outside the Piffles' house.

"Thank you." Peter Hollingsworth grins with his perfectly set teeth.

Peter is here for one reason and one reason only - Gracie. Peter has known Gracie Cole (her maid name) since going to kindergarten and the two of them practically grew up together. In high school, they fell in love and he was Gracie's first (he lost his virginity in an unexpected encounter but Gracie thinks she is his first as well).

Left on its course, the two of them would have undoubtly got married. Unfortunately, his father died and his family moved to Florida to be with an aunt. He had wanted to stay but felt he could not leave his mom and two younger sisters.

He can still remember their teary farewell at the airport.

After that, Peter worked hard to achieve his dream of becoming a cardiologist, using his extremely good looks to become a part time model to help pay his way through university. However, although his life is a success on a professional level, privately he has never gotten over Gracie.

You can imagine the surprise and joy when her mother recently contacted him and invited him over for Christmas.

Getting out of the cab, Peter waits patiently for the cabbie to retrieve all his packages from the trunk.

"I'll give you this if you will take those up to the door." Peter waves four hundred-dollar notes in the man's face which lights up with greed.

"No problem, Mac. Just lead the way."

Pulling up the lapels of his thick vicuna longcoat, Peter traipse up the garden path to the front door, with the cabbie right behind him. Gently, he knocks on the door, only for it to fall open.

"Hello?" He says gingerly as he steps inside.

The living room is empty but he can hear shouting coming from the right.

Moving forward, he turns the corner and finds himself in a kitchen, its occupants gripped by a crisis. He can see why. On the table in the middle of the room sits a burnt husk of a turkey.

"Who are you?" Asks someone.
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