"Great," replied Rebecca. "You are officially off the hook."Bonnie ran back in and hugged me. "See you tomorrow, Daddo," she said, and they retreated....onnie returned the next day, her old self. She had clearly had a wonderful time.The next evening, I was sitting on the sofa. Dinner was over, the dishes were washing, and I was deeply satisfied with the change in Bonnie's demeanor. She came and sat beside me, something she had not done in a while. "Daddo?" she said, looking serious, "will you. In my case, at least, it was going to mean missing the family's Christmas Eve festivities."Sorry," I said, shrugging my shoulders helplessly although my mom obviously couldn't see me over the phone. "I really can't." Could you at least make an appearance?" my dad asked, having picked up a different line and catching my answer. "The party starts fairly early," he continued. "I think everyone would like to see Santa." I sighed heavily."Can't do it. Because the shopping season has been so busy,. Oh my God, was he turned on by my farting?! Afterwards, we lay on the bed cuddling and I decided to broach the subject "Sorry about that" What?" Y'know, farting. Really inopportune time huh?"Craig all but jumped out of my arms! "Danni," he began, swallowing thickly "Next time you...y'know...have to let one go...will you...will you...just....do...it?" What?" I asked, nose wrinkling and eyebrow raising "On your face like?" PLEASE!!"Giggling, and somewhat red-faced, I made a promise I would. My,. "Come along my love we're going to belate." Just us then sweetheart," Jean said with a pleased smile as they walkedout."Mmm, yes Miss," I said feeling a rush of pleasure that made my cocktingle and stiffen noticeably in my pants."Missy!" Jean gasped looking at my pants. "I'll have none of that!"I blushed brightly. "I can't help it Miss, you just do it to me." Well I cured my husband of the same ailment and I can cure you just aseasily!" she snapped, making me feel awful for disappointing her..