It might be alright with a drink first

You glance down at Mr Longstreet's hand on your thigh, his muscular fingers slipping under the edge of your dress. He feels so warm and heavy on your hand. You bite your lip. Part of you wants him to keep his hand there and maybe even shift it up a little further. But another part of you knows that it's wrong. That you're a happily married woman with a loving husband. And yet another part of your mind is filled with worry at what Mr Longstreet might do to your husband if you reject his advances. Your mind wars with these thoughts.

Trying to clear your mind, you make the worst possible decision. You reach over and pick up your drink, taking a sip. With your other hand you gently take Mr Longstreet's hand in yours and slide it back down to rest on your knee. "I don't know if that's alright Mr Longstreet. Before I was married, I'd expect to have dinner bought for me first. Or at least another drink!" You smile at Mr Longstreet and are taken aback for a moment as he reaches forward and tops up your drink, smirking back at you. "There you go Mrs Edwards. Drink up. Now, is that enough of a drink to make it alright?"