I mumbled a lame apology saying, “I am sooo sorry. I promise to get a seeing-eye dog if you will just forgive me.” As dumb as that sounded, she ...aughed. I knew then she had a charitable heart as well as a lovely laugh. I bent over and began picking up her books. I couldn’t help but notice that one of them was Fifty Shades of Grey. I rose up to give her the books and found myself momentarily staring at her crotch. I probably turned fifty shades of red, but she pretended not to notice. I. That’s when Kevin showed up. ‘Oh honey, look at you. You look like a confused gym student, transitioning to art student, gone wrong.’ I heard in a soft, lispy voice. I looked up from my book and he was smiling and shaking his head. He was a typical flamer boy. He was almost half a foot shorter than me at 5’5′, was very skinny, pale, had bleach blond hair, green eyes, and was wearing all the ‘fag wear.’ Black tank top, tight jeans, and flip flops. He had pins all over his man purse saying things. He then kisses the nape of my neck all the way around to the other side of my head. His kisses move down to my shoulders, he has this left to right pattern. From there he kisses across my collar bone and down the side of my ribcage avoiding my breasts he circles the left side with butterfly kisses. Each one feels like an inferno inside me. He then kisses across to my right side and does the same. He trails kisses around the edges of my right breast avoiding my nipple and then the same on my. It all changed at the Christmas Party.The Christmas parties at this division were legendary: Lots to eat and drink, and all during the workday! The company closed at 11AM and we all went down to a local inn for lunch and libations. The drinks flowed and everyone began relaxing and having a really good time as the afternoon wore on.I had taken Helen and a couple other staff to the party in my car, so that we would have fewer cars at the inn. By 3PM, we were all feeling pretty good and the party.