Cupids Bakers Dozen

“What? You’re telling me this now? That’s only one week, not to mention that each of these humans is impossible!” Eros snarled and glared at his friend Claus or, what humans called him, Santa.
“Nonetheless, you have your assignment. You know each of us has to prove ourselves this year.” His friend held up his list that was three pages long. “Do you know how hard it was to get Sara on the good list? I swear, that woman could make a Pitt Bull look like a kitten. I’m still trying to work her on my list, which is twice as long as yours, by the way,” Claus grumbled.
“Yeah, but you don’t have to find their partner, and on top of that, two of them could be considered virgins for Pete’s sake,” he mumbled shaking his head, trying to picture each of the women on his list.
“Ria, Sadie, Violet, Xena, Zoey, Breann, Cait, Koko, Peta, Esi, Nia, Isabella!” His voice rose as he read each name on the list along with their location. The list was impossible, not to mention the men who were supposed to be with them.
Eros moved into his office and started up his program. He had homework to do, and with these women, his work was going to be cut out for him. Oh, he was going to earn his immortality, that was for sure, and the fates wouldn’t question his deviation again.
His personal program started up, and he pulled up the first name on the list, Ria Martin, age thirty-two, a nurse, divorced from a cheating bastard and has two kids.