We repaired back to the living room and sat back in our places. ‘Please play for me,’ you said. Every songwriter loves to play — and I was playi...g for a dream-audience — a very pretty girl at that. It was after midnight. I pushed the piano chair back a bit and picked up my guitar. I began to play you the lullabies I’d written years ago for a girl I knew when I was your age. Never recorded – seldom performed – and only for close friends and family in private moments. But these songs were written. There's a Sheila Carson here for Charlie, should I send her in?" Carson? As in Sheila Carson of Liberty Mountain?" My leader and I exchanged puzzled glances as the intercom crackled into silence. A few moments later we stood before the ornate oak door without a name tag. Sheila knocked twice on the entrance to the inner chambers of her departed friend."Enter," the answering voice spoke in a deep baritone rumble.Ponderous sets of Mission Oak furniture crowded the large office. Particles of dust. You better not be putting a bambino in my Teresa’s belly because that will ruin her chance at happiness in this life.”In all honesty, the foaming at the mouth lady in black was making a lot of sense to me and I felt real terrible about humping the more than willing Teresa in the supply closet with her short skirt pushed all the way up to her belly button and her legs wrapped around my waist like we were on our honeymoon in the South Sea Islands.I remembered how tight she was and I knew the. But, I had to be careful. I did have a lot to lose, but oh so much to gain.I carefully and as unobtrusively as possible raised the napkin containing the panties to my face. I opened it just enough so that Debbie could see me sniff the panties and no one else. I quickly wiped the panties under my nose and kissed the lipstick spot on the white panties before lowering the napkin back onto my lap. Debbie had an ear-to-ear grin on her face that would have been enough to give me a rock solid hard-on.