I was getting a pleasant little “buzz,” not drunk, but feeling good. She had kicked out of her sandals and was sitting Indian-style on the quilts....She didn’t seem intoxicated either. When she moved I caught sight of the yellow panties she wore. She saw me looking at her crotch.“It’s okay if you want to look. They’re a little wet right now. When I came upon you sleeping with your hands in your shorts, I got a little turned on. Your hand was moving as you slept.”Blushing bright red, I quietly. It was in the basement down a long flight of stairs (hard to believe in today's world). The bathroom was busy, everyone was washing their hands or drying their hands, trying to look as normal as possible. My heart was pounding and frankly, I was terrified. I pissed quickly and made my way back to my seat. After I calmed down I started enjoying the movie and rubbing my hard cock through my jeans. Before long I came in my underwear and hurried home after my hard on went away. I felt dirty and. She took the champagne but suddenly didn’t want any. She made her way through all the fancifully dressed merrymakers until she found an empty seat on the couch in the front parlor. She sat there beside a pot of holly, watching people dancing with garlands like feather boas and kiss under mistletoe, wishing only to be with her father when she was young, setting out plates of cookies and carrots and a glass of fresh milk for Santa. ‘Now Fairy Girl, stop bouncing around,’ Daddy said gently. ‘You. I would have let you go as my spokesman. I still would have come after you as my boyfriend but I would have minimized your role in my organization even if you kept the same job title.”“At least until I figured out what was happening,” I said.“Likely,” Liz said with a grim nod. “But that is a moot point. You’ve proven your value to me as a professional. In fact, you’ve proven your value to about half of Nashville by this point. I think you could land at the top of the PR food chain at any major.