Always smelled of roses too-roses mixed with woman smell.
The Janitor moved his mop lazily across the linoleum, nice, slow strokes. He couldn't help but feel relaxed when he mopped. It was such easy work, decent exercise, and it was simple to space out.
It was almost like meditating at times, it calmed him down greatly.
He might even get over an hour of actual work done today.
Then-it happened, that smell hit him. He snapped to attention and stopped his movements, trying to stay as still as possible, and let the scent was over him.
Roses, and...something else. He made a quick scan up and down the hall, he didn't seem him...yet. Must be around the corner-that means he still had time to hide.
He quickly backed into an empty patient room, pulling his trolley with him, and watched as Scooter walked(or rather, skipped) passed. And that delicious smell followed him gently...Roses...And what Janitor could guess what was merely his own scent. He knew Scooter went out of his way to be a feminine as possible without legally needing a sex change, and it was one of the things he adored about him. He couldn't wait for the day Scooter laid beneath him, writhing and clutching, and he could bury his face into the younger mans neck and breath him in to his hearts content. Hmmm, he really should mop more. He could spend all day lost in thinking about it. But working with a hard-on might not be the best idea.