Katt took the folded note and slipped it into her bra. She headed to the bathroom upstairs for a moment of clarity and privacy. Surprisingly there was no line. She snickered thinking in the movies, at parties like this one, there was always a line of chics needing to pee. She entered the elaborately modern bathroom of white and gray. Closing the door behind her she flipped the lock and proceeded to sit on the closed toilet lid. The note smelled like sage and citrus. It was definitely an expensive presentation paper from someone’s personal stash. It was sort of manly but clean. She sniffed the paper one more time before opening it to read. The penmanship was clear and neat.
“Dearest lips I cannot forget… I know this may seem a bit out of line or even crass but I wanted, nay…NEED
