“Show me your most expensive perfume,” he said. I showed it to him. “S

“Show me your most expensive perfume,” he said. I showed it to him. “Sell it to me,” he said. “Interest me in it.” “Please,” I said. “Display it,” he said. “Am I not a customer?” I looked at him. “Spray some of it upon your wrist,” he said. “I shall see if it interests me.” I did so. “Extend your wrist,” he said. I did so, with the palm upward. This is an extremely erotically charged gesture, of course, extending the delicate wrist, perfumed, to the male, with the tender, vulnerable palm upward. He took my wrist in both his hands. I shivered. I knew I could never break that grip. He put down his face, over my wrist, and inhaled, deeply, intimately, sensuously. I shuddered.