As I watched her glide away, the auction started once more. Damn! I would have to go back to making my rounds. And I would have to do it with a throbbing hard on. Nothing was making it go down! Even thinking of these fat old men in their drawers! Each time I would even attempt to think of that, I would get a whiff of her perfume, something with roses, and I could only think of her. Her body, her lips, her eyes, her voice. I want to hear her moan at my touch! .....