If you want to skip right to the sex bit just go to the first comment.
“Tic, tic, tic, tic, tic, tic,” “Tick, tock, tick, tock.” The sounds of the numerous clocks fill the otherwise silent room. The clock maker seems to sit motionless at his work bench, ever so slowly positioning a small gear into place within the complex workings of a wrist watch. “Ding-a-ling” a bell above the shop door rings as you walked in. Unfazed but fully aware of your entrance, the clock maker saids “welcome, I will be with you in just a moment.” Just as he says this the gear falls perfectly into place. Getting up, he took off his magnifying watch repair glasses laying them on the workbench and adjusted his vest before greeting you.