Sandra forgot her dice bag.

As you pickup the gaming paraphernalia, half-empty plastic cups, pizza crusts and scattered bits of doritos from your large dining room table you notice Sandra has forgotten her dice bag. Lifting up the large, for its current purpose, light brown linen bag with antique prints of moons and stars on it, you realize it's hand made and sewn. From what Vivian has told you, the Librarian Science major is quite skilled at various art & crafts, so you surmise she must have made it herself.

Mesmerized by the bag, it takes you a few seconds to realize you might still catch the buxom brunette. Running to your widow you look down just in time to see Saul's and Brian's cars pull away.

“I'll just send her a text.” You mutter out loud as you again become distracted by the dice bag you hold in your hand. Bringing it in close you take in a deep whiff and smell an intoxicating mixture of a scent that is both a cool summer breeze gently blowing through a meadow of freshly blossoming flowers and the earthiness of newly baked bread. A few rare times you have gotten close enough to get an all too brief tantalizing faint hint of Sandra Morelli's tempting aroma, but now you can almost see her, the fragrance is so clear. Closing your eyes you have never been so aroused by the mere smell of an item.

Shaking your head you look intently at the bag, and judging by its weight in your hand, you guess she has more then dice in it. The tie string is pulled tight and knotted with the perfect proportions and looks of a professionally tied Christmas bow, wrapped by a skilled clerk from a fancy department store.

Entranced, you take hold of one of the lose ends of the ties and before you pull, you freeze, catching yourself before snooping into her property. However, you really, really, want to see what is inside.