when I find my mind getting a bit cloudy during the day, or when 'muse of the week' (the one who resembles your pic) is feeling particularly randy and is flirting mercilessly with me, then I slip into the ladies room, into a stall, and throw myself into a corner. My hands have a mind of their own, you know, and are immediately sliding under my skirt, pushing satin aside to send a shiver through me at that first contact between cold and molten hot flesh...

Well, something like that, anyway. :-X