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As she turned with the tray, a champagne glass nearly spilled as someone brushed past her. A pair of strong hands steadied her figure and stabilized the tray. "Sorry, I almost bumped into you just now," a deep, magnetic voice whispered near her ear as the man pulled her to a slightly more open spot. "Miss.... Tilly Finch." He looked at the nameplate on her chest, studying the girl before him with some curiosity. Tilly Finch... he hadn't seen her in town before. "N-no... it's okay, sir," Tilly stammered, lowering her head and waving her hands repeatedly. "I'm a bit clumsy... my apologies!" She steadied the tray in her hands again, bowing her head in continuous apology. "No need for that. I'm the commissioner of this town, Hilem Jameson." A warm smile softened the man's stern face. "Commissioner?" she repeated quietly, noticing the gun holstered at his waist. So he was the town's sheriff, she realized. "I haven't seen you around here before..." he began, but before he could finish, "I... I came with the Christmas party organizing team... I've already completed the required confidentiality training." "No need to be nervous. Is this your first time here?" "Yes, Mr. Whitmore is very generous, the pay is good, and I really appreciate this opportunity..." Tilly stood before him, inexplicably flustered. "Sir, if you don't have any other questions, I should..." She glanced meaningfully in a certain direction. "No other issues. I'm just making sure there are no suspicious individuals. Thank you, miss. If you'd like, I'd like you to accept this..." The man hadn't missed her subtle gesture. He pulled a business card from the inside pocket of his sheriff's coat. Tilly hesitated, unsure whether to take it, but he simply placed it on her tray. "If you'd like... you can contact me. No need to worry about anything." He leaned in slightly, smiled at her, then turned and walked away. Hilems James reached the entrance only to be stopped by Whitmore. "Hey, Jamie!" Whitmore hurried over. "Why don't you stay and hang out for a while? If Lolo hadn't told me, I wouldn't have even known you were here." Lolo—Ellodie Sinclair, Whitmore's partner. "Come on, White..." James showed a helpless smile. "What did Ellodie tell you now? Isn't this huge Christmas venue enough for her? Now she's targeting me..." "We all care about you, you know. She said she saw you talking to a girl. How about finding yourself a little lady? And hey, it's Christmas—don't dress so stiffly." Without waiting for permission, White grabbed a Christmas tree pin from the entrance display and fastened it to James's coat, then tried to add a red scarf. "Alright, alright..." Knowing he had to stop this before it went further, James pushed away the doctor's enthusiastic "hospitality." "I'm here on patrol, not to pick out gingerbread men with you, Doctor." Even as he said it, his eyes searched the crowd for Tilly. White followed his gaze, but James waved dismissively as he headed out, bidding his friend farewell. "Alright, I really have to go. I know Santa will be handing out presents soon. White, you've organized this beautifully. Have a great time. There's another party two blocks away I need to check on—make sure everything's secure. Merry Christmas. Hope you get a great gift." He got into his car, the Christmas pin still on his coat, and sat down to see a message on his phone: "Merry Christmas, Hilem Jameson. Hope you receive a gift of your own." A gift? Perhaps he'd already found one... 这个故事还没有完成，但是这是我第一次在这个网站发表作品，希望大家能多多支持。我的母语是中文，这篇文章是我使用中文写的，然后使用APP翻译的，所以可能语言会比较死板，如果有不得体的地方，或者可以更加口语化的地方，请大家不要吝啬地指出和教导，我会努力改正，虚心学习。谢谢您的支持！！我现在也在备考雅思，或许有朝一日，我可以使用英语写文章。

Hi! I'm a 17 year old girl and today for the first time in my life I wore a Diaper made by myself and peed in it! So