It doesn't happen very often and most time my husband is there to protect me mostly from myself. Even with him there, I've been known to shed a garmen... or two before he stops me and takes me home. The problem is that he's not always there. Christmas office parties were the worst, I rarely go these days, I had to leave so many jobs, not being able to return and face my work colleagues in the new year.I found out early that I couldn't hold my drinks, it was when I went to college. I was a virgin. Clingy, and very little. She loved it. A few months ago she wouldn’t have even been confident enough to take it off the hanger, let alone wear it. It was far too short, Christ it only just covered her bum. She let it fall to the floor, then careful not to catch her heels on the dress, stepped out of it. She stood in the middle of room, and the plushest hotel room she had ever been in. Room, it wasn’t a room, it was a suite. Here she was standing, in tiny red underwear that hid nothing, in front. Last night, when Burk — when Burk attacked me, I didn't want it, but it suddenly occurred to me that it was just sex. I mean really, just the ... the ... staged part ... like I used to think it was and not how it really is. The Program showed me that there is a difference between touching my body and touching me and even if Burk had gotten that far, he ... he couldn't touch me. And that, I could get thru it." She giggled. "I don't even think it woulda been good sex. And I'm so glad Tank came by. “You chilly?” I asked. She shook her head. “No, I should probably help my parents though.” “Alright, well, I hope you like it here. Oh! Would you like my number in case you need anything?” This would be the test. I had to score with this girl. It was now or never. “Sure,” she seemed slightly awkward, but didn’t hesitate. Quickly I recited it to her and she repeated it, practically singing it with her angel voice. It was the only way to describe her. She was an angel. Yes! I went back across the.