My friend Chris took me to an auction, a sex auction. Where I saw a stunning blue eyed boy. My parents have a lot of money and have been determined to find me someone to love. But I actually wanted to go to this one. I don't love the idea of salves, in fact I hate it. But no one else around me seems to share my opinion. But today it was different. Today I have had enough of being alone. 'I've always fancied lace.' Chris states skimming over the women in thought. I looked back at the stunning boy, I like lace too.