"Uuhh" "Please come in, Mr. Grey."
During the very quick walk up the stairs my brain was assaulted with probable images of this woman. I dont know why the mind does what it does but this is just some of the pictures that popped in my skull.
Cruella DeVille mixed with Lady Gaga
Wicked Witch of the West mixed with Amy Winehouse
Momma Cass mixed with Nanny McPhee (pre good kids)
Oh there were others but it just starts to get ridiculous after a while. After a quick rap on the door it opens.
Now, this is where some rather odd things occur. The brain.. the one upon the shoulders that is is suddenly rendered quite useless. The body decides this is a good time to do its best imitation of a statue whilst the rest of the known blood flow in the human body goes rushing to a special place on a mans anatomy. Keep in mind all of this takes place in one one millionth of a millisecond because that ladies is how fast a man can decide that his bed is a good place for you to be in.
While all of this is going on the body realizes the brain is shutting down do to lack of air and blood. So it kicks everything back into gear allowing the ears to register she is talking instead of the Charlie Brown adult speaking noise.
The woman is .. well.. lets just say.. no cant say that.. Umm ok HOT!!
"Coming... quickly.. Right.. I came quick.. that.. " Yeah, I am Mr Smooth.. I get all the ladies with the magic mouth of mine. It takes all of my will not to vanish into the ghost world right at the second.. But this is why we men have the crash and burn team in our heads.. their job is to come up with a line to save what little face we may have left..
"Sorry about that, late night, little coffee, and bad traffic makes for an inability for me to speak correctly!"Stop looking down Marcus.. EYE CONTACT.