Driven around the bend

by lust. 
Mick had been surveying with intense interest the coming and going of the tenders transporting their alluring cargo of sexy septuagenarians and octogenarians between the cruise ship anchored in Dublin Bay and the sun-drenched shores of the Dun Laoghaire borough.  
If it was a good time they were looking for, he surely was their man. 
These babes who had spent long weeks at sea would certainly go wild while on shore leave. He'd pick up a bottle of Old Spice from the chemist in Glasthule on his way to the disembarkation slip at the East Pier. 
But first he would have to wait for his erection to recede if he was to walk on the seafront promenade with his dignity intact.