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was exhilarating.
    “And what do you do, Daniella?”
    God, couldn’t he just go away?  The longer old whatshisname stared at me, the more I worried that he somehow knew my secret.  That’s what it had come to.  I felt so exposed that it seemed like strangers should be able to take one glance at me and immediately know that I was in the midst of a kinky sex game that was totally inappropriate for this party.  
    “Um, I work at the college.”
    “Nice, nice…have you seen the art collection there?  It’s just off the library and is actually quite remarkable.  Many of the pieces were donated by former alumni.”
    It was just the usual dry party-talk.  I’d attended enough wine and cheese functions at the college to know the drill.  I had the “who are you and what do you do?” do routine down to a science.  But in my condition, it was difficult to string words together into coherent sentences.  I offered answers with no real awareness of what I was saying…I just hoped I was making sense.
    As I tried my best to be polite without encouraging the conversation to continue, I could feel eyes on me.  I turned and saw Hayden watching me from across the room.  He raised his champagne glass to me in a silent salute when our eyes met.  I scowled and turned back around.  In that moment, I despised him for making me feel so vulnerable.
    Either Steve Martel couldn’t take a hint or he really, really liked those olives.  Despite my short, stilted answers to his questions and stiff demeanor, he didn’t budge from the food table.  I just needed a moment alone to regroup.  I was feeling so rattled…
    Finally, I made some awkward excuse or other and tottered away.  I searched for Hayden but when I spotted him he was all the way across the room engaged in a conversation with a white haired woman who had a poodle perm and so many strings of pearls around her neck that I wondered how she could even hold her head up.
    With a sigh, I resolved myself to the fact that I’d have to continue making polite conversation with strangers for who knew how long.  All I really wanted to do was find somewhere private and bring myself off, but I knew that wasn’t an option.  Staying at that party was sweet agony.
    For the next little while, Hayden avoided me.  I knew it was deliberate.  He didn’t want me to have him by my side because somehow he’d figured out that he was my safety net at that party full of strangers.  I watched him watch me as he worked the room, doing the things his father apparently expected of him but never losing focus of me.
    Finally, it was time to leave.
    “How are you doing?” Hayden asked, coming up behind me and wrapping an arm around my waist.  He leaned town into me and inhaled deeply.  “You smell good,” he told me.  “I like that perfume you’re wearing.”
    As we made our way out to the limo, I did my best not to walk like a penguin.  Hayden had a spring in his step that most definitely hadn’t been there at the start of the evening.  I suspected the reason was twofold:  he’d enjoyed toying with me and he’d also enjoyed doing something inappropriate and blatantly disrespectful right underneath his father’s nose. 
    When we finally made it into the limo, my relief was boundless.  Hayden immediately put up the privacy divider so the driver couldn’t see or hear us.  Then he turned on the interior light and pushed me down on my back. 
    “You did well tonight,” he told me.
    Despite my annoyance, I swelled with pride at his words.  Knowing I’d pleased him was gratifying.
    “I’ve been craving this tasty little snack all evening,” he informed me before shoving my dress up and burying his face between my legs.  I could feel a grape poking out of my pussy, threatening to slip out at any moment.  He pulled it out with his teeth before spreading me open with his hands and lapping at my slit voraciously.
    Lying there on my back with a view of the stars out the