From Across The Room
Seating myself in one of many chairs within a cluster that had obviously been arranged to accommodate conversation, I leaned back and took a sip of scotch. I looked up just as she entered the room. All eyes turned to absorb a glimpse of her beauty and an unseen force pulled me to my feet. My gaze lingered, slowly drifting over her body like a warm breeze. Several other gentlemen had glanced at her and then returned to their brainless babble, each trying to out do the other with stories that...