“I’ll pay for your drink, Miss”, a voice came from down the bar. “But only if you take off your panties.”“You’ve got a deal”, I said. ...I stood up and slipped my panties down around my ankles. Then, steadying myself against the bar, I stepped out of the panties and handed them to Bill to hold for me. Men started hooting and whistling. I immediately started getting a hardon, which made my tanktop tent out. I looked down at it and giggled. Then I got back on the bar stool. Soon a voice behind me. I was lying on a mattress, a fluffy pillow under my head. I could just make out a table and lamp beside me, though nothing looked familiar. Obviously I was in a hotel room, but my memory was a bit fuzzy about the details.I remembered riding in the back of Morgan's Mustang, its engine a comforting rumble as we sped south. I couldn't see anything out of the pitch black windows, the tinting darker than a limo.Chadwick drove, Morgan sitting in the back with me. I was too worried and anxious to. Brick buildings no taller than two stories stood politely beside one another allowing generous alleyways that were none the less deeply shrouded in the night. Only the cats and their prey stalked the streets after the predictable small town denizens rolled up the sidewalks somewhat after eight at night. It was near midnight when quick footsteps resounded through the square, muffled in the sultry summer air. The girl was alone, her hair shining platinum under the moon, blue eyes shining like. ”It was as if nothing ever happened the night before. I fell into the easy routine of helping her in the kitchen, stealing glances whenever she had her attention on something or bent over. Mom had put on Christmas music, and I felt as if I had a little more control over my desire as she hummed along. It was still there, but tempered by so many memories of the season from before my feelings for her had evolved.We had Christmas dinner early in the afternoon, and both of us had a bite or two.