What the Snow Witnessed
"Mr. Charlton… Please don't… I could get pregnant…"
On Christmas Eve, my best friend pulled me along to help cover for her and her boyfriend.
After several rounds of drinks, a burning hand slipped beneath the fabric of my tight dress.
It moved slowly over me, stroking and teasing, as a man's low voice murmured by my ear, "Relax… I'm only touching. I won't go any further."