Our Bond To Share

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Corporate Christmas parties were never my favorite and they got worse after I turned eighteen. That year was a big deal for me. It was my first performance and the announcement that I was of marrying age. Sneakily, my grandfather had persuaded me to let a young man accompany me that evening. Ugh, he ended being Mr. Touchy Feely. Every time he got close enough to me he would put his hand on my lower back or hip and rub my bare shoulder in a creepy way. I barely knew him. As soon as I was finished performing on stage, I planned to sneak out the back. Sure enough, the weirdo was seriously waiting for me at the bottom of the stage stairs. I would have jumped right off the stage if it would have saved me from his presence. Thankfully, there was a set of stairs at the back of the stage that th

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