As Helene turned her head, her eyes flirted with Eric's gaze.
Wending his way through a cluster of jovial revelers, he approached Helene with a somewhat original line, "I couldn't help but notice that you must be a professional dancer."
Having had a wee too much to drink, Helene coquettishly smiled and giggled, then countered his opening comment, "No. But if you marry me, I promise you a grand performance every night.
Taken aback, Eric didn't quite know how to respond.
"Perhaps you need an audition," she suggested breaking the awkward silence.
Sensual thoughts spun through his head as he became aroused and....
Suddenly a slap on his shoulder and a bellicose greeting
snapped Eric from his reverie.
"Hi! Remember me? I'm Albert, the mechanic who put the brakes on your..
"Yes, Albert, you sure did," Eric grumbled as his fantasy faded away when Helene disappeared into the night.