Yes, and with charity comes karma.

Looking up at your wall clock you realize you have plenty of time to drive downtown to attend the auction. "What the hell." You think, "If Teri wants to make such a large donation, the least I can do is deliver it." Gazing down at the pamphlet one last time and the shirtless, Greek god, that is the fireman who is up for sale, you add, "Besides, it's for the children." Getting into your red Lexus convertible coupé, one of the few things you got from the divorce, you make surprisingly good time getting to the ritzy conference center where the auction is being held, which thankfully has its own parking garage.

After registering you stroll over to the main hall which is already filling up. There are quite a few men in attendance; probably either husbands, dates, guys trolling for girls that don't win an auction, or simply for the extensive hors d'oeuvre selection and the open bar. Not wanting to mingle just yet you go an explore. After wandering about some empty hallways you end up on the top floor terrace overlooking the river and take a few phone pics, before heading back to the main hall via an elevator.

"Hold the door!" You hear and are barely able to press the "open door" bottom in time. "Thanks." The gorgeous fireman from the pamphlet enters into the elevator car as he talks on his cell.

You try not to stare at one of the most handsome men you have ever seen. His height, dark hair, and muscles that his dress shirt cannot hide, causes your knees to go weak as you drink in his rugged, chiseled facial features. And my, does he smell nice. Of course the one guy on the planet you want eyeing you over, doesn't even notice your presence, for he is quite preoccupied with the intense conversation he is having. You cannot help but to listen in, enthralled by his deep, masculine, voice.

"I guess we will just have to make do then, but the guests, and my boss, aren't going to be happy." He concludes the call and looks grimly at his phone. "Think, dammit." He mutters to himself, "who can I call?" He then notices you for the first time, which causes you to give a lame smile and quick wave. "My apologizes." He straightens up and faces you. "I didn't mean to block the buttons."

"Oh, no problem." You blush at seeing his massive chest up close and straight on. His next few words you don't really hear as you feel like your panties have melted off while you image what it would be like to have that rock hard chest flatten your bare breasts as he has his way with you in bed.

His, "So what floor?" Shocks you back to reality as you realize you have been standing in a motionless elevator, forgetting to press any buttons; He preoccupied with the call, and you with him.

"Ground." You finally answer as you get your brain back in gear. "I didn't mean to ease drop but you seem upset. Something wrong with the auction?"

"You know about the auction?"

"Yes. I'm a bidder, and I recognized you from the pamphlet."

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes. "I can't believe they used that stupid picture."

"I don't think too many women have complained." You smile.

"Well they will be." He grumbles. "I'm the event organizer this year and I just got a call that three cop friends of mine can't make it. One was to emcee the other two were suppose to be auctioned off."