I decided to dance to kill time. I moved across the floor, swinging my hips to the music, hands grabbed at my ass but I was too tired to care. The feeling of flesh against flesh, the musty stench of cologne, I was getting turned on, Jesus, I needed to get laid. "I can smell your sex from across the room baby." My breath caught, I could feel him behind me, his breath on my exposed neck. I turned, "My sex? Really smooth, you use that pick up line often?" To my surprise