She put the flowers on the coffee table and was sitting behind them smoking. All I could see were puffs of clouded exhales rise above the blooms, but I watched intently and waited.Finally, she leaned forward and extinguished her cigarette. These binoculars worked well.I couldn't take it anymore. I dialed the phone. "Room 512 please."It rang and I watched her approach the phone. I hadn't a clue as to what I was going to say.She picked up the receiver, "Hello." She wore black tight pants and a black backless halter top. "Do you like the flowers?"

She paused, cool. "Yeah, they're okay." The sound of her voice alone made me horny.

"Just okay?"

"I like daisies." Her finger whisked her hair.

"You seem more exotic than plain old daisies."

"Yeah, well, I like daisies. Maybe I'm not as exotic as you think I am."

"You're beautiful." I couldn't believe I said that.

"Okay buddy, who are you? Didn't you send the flowers for...?"

"Who?" She was silent and looked into the phone. "Who?" I repeated.

She hung up and looked out the window, as if she knew someone must be watching her. She closed the drapes and I knew she wouldn't open them again. I needed out. I needed to face her. I needed to touch her.

I took a shower and looked in the mirror. How often do these kind of sexual desires happen? Well, not often to me. I had to have her and I knew I would.

I got dressed. Jeans, sneakers and a T-shirt. It hurt my knee, but I got the jeans over the leg brace. I grabbed my crutches and made my way out the door. The phone rang and I knew it was Ned, the last person I wanted around right now. I ignored it, knowing he'd think Fridayand Gannon were about to kill me.

I looked up and down the hallway, nothing. I headed for the elevator.When I got to the fifth floor, I looked around again and only saw an elderly woman with a little dog.

I found my mystery woman's door easily as I was drawn there by instinct, by need. My nerves were thrashing as I knocked too dramatically. I'm not sure how long I knocked, before I stopped in a panic.

There was a peep hole which I'm sure she looked through before I heard her say, "Who's there?"

"A friend." I said, "Aaron...my name is Aaron." I had no idea why I lied, but it excited me even more.

"Are you the guy from the phone?"

"Yes, but look, I just saw you downstairs. I love tattoos."

"All right buddy, I'm going to let you in, but I got to tell you I got a gun and it's in my hand. You got that?"

"Yeah, no problem. I just want to meet you. I've never done anything like this before...and...I'm not sure why I'm doing it now."

The door creaked open and I slipped in. She did have a gun and it wasn't small. She pointed it towards my upper body. Her arms were flabby, her hair was dirty, and she smelled of smoke, but for some reason all I could think of was how incredibly perfect she was. This was the sexiest woman I'd ever seen in my life.

"What's the deal? Why do have a gun?"

"Why do you knock on a strange woman's door?"

"You got a point." I admitted.

"You're interested in me?" she said, looking me up and down. "It seems to me I'm not your type."

"Maybe that's it. Maybe your not, but maybe I'm yours."

"Believe me, you're not." she said, cocking the gun.

"Well, what is?"

She smiled, impressed at my cockiness. She relaxed a little and said, "You got any tattoos?" And with that I knew I had small chance of conquering, a small chance.