As I stood there, clad only in a towel wrapped around my hips, I couldn't help but think of the sultry seductress who had just left. My feet were firmly planted on the carpet, my upper body exposed, showcasing my tattoos for all to see. I slowly shut the door, dropped the towel to the floor, and made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the water, stepped into the shower, and let the warmth wash over me, all the while, her erotic memory lingered in my mind. So I grabbed the shampoo and slowly poured it on my hair and rubbed it into my scalp and washed it out with the nice hot water, then I sat there thinking what to do next. So after the hot long shower I dried off with the same towel I had on 30 minutes earlier and walked to the living room just to grab the bottle of lotion. Just to rub myself down with it to the thought of this ravishing woman. I did this probably like three or four times. Then I got dressed in a nice suit and put on my motorcycle cut and grabbed my helmet, started my Yamaha, and sat there for a minute still thinking about this woman. And knowing I have something to come home to, this flawless woman.