"$5000." Now where in the hell had that come from he thought to himself?A hush fell over the crowd. Several of the guests turned to see who had made t...e bid. Brad even blushed a bit when people looked and pointed to him."Sold!" The emcee yelled. "For five thousand dollars to Number 81, Mr. Brad Penny."The crowd was still abuzz over his bid although most of the men and women turned back to the auction and quieted some as the next wife came out onto the stage for the next auction. When the final. Just then a woman with silky black hair started walking towards me with a large smile on her face. “Vicki!“ she exclaimed. I stared at the goddess moving towards me. She was gorgeous. Her eyes were the deepest blue I had ever seen. Her skin was luminous and seemed to glow brighter than any moon. Her body was well curved in all the right places and I could feel myself staring at every move she made. She had chosen a simple black dress that hugged every curve. She extended her arms and. An interlude of introspection.When did I lose my soul? When did those elements of my character, which make me who I am, begin to decay and disintegrate?A huge part of me died the day I discovered my best friend Harry Ledbetter and my wife Suzannah shagging each other's brains out on the plush living room carpet of our Canary Wharf penthouse apartment. However, unbeknown to me, the iron had entered and began corroding my soul long before their betrayal.Moralists would say the canker first took. ..I'm not THAT good.He does, he asks meShould he walk me home?It would be saferIf I don't mind his askingHopes he's not too forwardBut an attractive girl like meShouldn't be alone in the nightAttractive girl? Have I fooled him? What does he think of me?I don't care!Thank you, I mutter,That's very kindI cross the floorTo put out my cigaretteTurn back and walk towards himSee my reflection in the windowGasp at the sightLegs, tits, hair, heels, flashing jewellery, long nails and red lipsI feel.