I will never forget the perfume she wore (I never found out what it wascalled), but I still get a hard-on and all “gooshy” about Miss Pres...ey evenwhen I catch the slightest scent of it.The affair began a little later that afternoon. She said something like:“Tim, you’re one of my best students, and I need help grading essays. Iknow I shouldn’t ask, but is there anyway you can help? You look like amature young man, so — if we keep it a secret — I might. Danglars felt his own not to be very well supplied just then, and gradually the man appeared less ugly, the bread less black, and the cheese more fresh, while those dreadful vulgar onions recalled to his mind certain sauces and side-dishes, which his cook prepared in a very superior manner whenever he said, "Monsieur Deniseau, let me have a nice little fricassee to-day." He got up and knocked on the door; the bandit raised his head. Danglars knew that he was heard, so he redoubled his blows.. He was standing still now, waiting for her to inspect him. Shebegan looking him over carefully. She was mildly disappointed to seethat he had worn slacks instead of a skirt, but after not being able towear slacks for the last few days she had no doubt that he'd chooseslacks today. She walked all around him. Yes, he looked good... exceptfor one tiny thing. "Sissy! Where's your pacifier?"He couldn't believe it! He had forgotten it again! "I'm sorry,Mistress, I forgot it again. I don't. ’ ‘Whaaaaat???’ replied the incredulous elf. ‘With all due respect sir, you are leaving in a couple of hours. We don’t have enough time to get the extra harnesses and rigging ready. We need to do trial runs to make sure all the reindeer will work well together. We may need to reconfigure the sleigh to handle the extra weight of Mrs. Clause with the extra reindeer power. We will also need to…’ Santa held up a black gloved hand. ‘I suggest you get moving since you only have a couple of hours,’ he.