A most wicked Turn

A most wicked Turn

I’ve played again to the games vivid churn,
Delved anew to most welcomed yearns.

Enticed desires with unforgivable stern,
Never a thought to thy lessons learn.

So Bowed once more to the fiery burn,
Only to fall again into a most wicked turn!

Chronicles of Lifting Light Saga

A most wicked Turn

The play occurs mostly inside a dark, foreboding Manor, rising up from the surrounding, broody ,mist filled moors…..but then, there-in, does not lie the obligatory twist…

My readers, we now Join our tale in Progress ……


Senses on high alert, the Cat Burglar inches his way along the upstairs hallway, eyeing the open master suite at the end of the corridore… His Hazel eyes darted about, taking in every detail, more from concern than actual worry…

Something just had not felt right as he had gained an entrance through the second floor balcony window of the isolated manor, built some 200 years prior, standing alone, smack in the in the middle of a seemingly perpetually fog laden moor.

The house alarm system had never been turned on…Why?
Why was the Master bedroom door the only one open along the hallway,,,Why indeed?
Was it an over sight, or something more?
A trap perhaps?
Set up to invite someone inside, like a timid mouse to a waiting cat, or a fly to a spiders web….
Or perhaps it was the lured Cat who would be catching his prey inside, uninterrupted and unhindered?
He licked his lips and proceeded on his course.

For the expected prize was much too close, far too valuable, to back away from.

So he continued on, acting out a role he had portrayed many times, although not all times was he successful….

Making his way down the quiet corridor,ever listening intently for anything, everything, prepared to alter his plans at the slightest movement or out of place sound…

But his progress was unimpeded, and he soon gained the room, the treasure….

With a cautionary sweep of his torch, he found it to be deserted of all human like presence.

But not deserted of any jewels, for a rather blinding flash came from the area of a vanity, sparkles of colourful fire from the open drawers of the manor’s mistress’s jewel case…

Again he stopped, waited, listened, watched… Why had the jewel case not been shut up securely, not placed in the wall safe he knew was located behind a rather gold framed fancy picture of a rather handsome lady wearing a flowing green velvet gown…

As he pondered, ears straining to hear any betraying sound , he eyed two gowns that were hanging nearby, and rather fancied the brooch that the nearest one sported.

Its lure was far to desirable, as were its mates laying in the open drawers of the mahogany jewels case. He had come much too far, planned far too long…. And so he entered the room, his given task at hand.

Tip toeing over to the hanging satin gown, he felt its luscious, sensuous material between his thin silk gloved fingers. Same fingers wrapped themselves around the sparkling diamond brooch, and gently unpinning the willing clasp , secreted it away into his small black velvet pouch.

He then slipped away to the vanity, eagerly eyeing through the eye slits of his mask, the many sparkling jewels that were laid out before him. Drooling over their expensive flickering sparkles of faceted light.

Almost purring like the proverbial cat, he began to scoop up the unbelievable riches that the jewel case had contained, feeling his pouch growing delightfully ever heavier by the quickly passing seconds.

He opened a small silver case he found at the bottom and eyed the dazzling matching et of rubies that greeted his hungry hazel coloured eyes. Closing it , he dropped it neatly into the pouch and finished his work.

As he placed in the final bit of jewellery, a rather large cocktail ring, in with the rest of its purloined companions, his eyes travelled to the rather inviting diamond tiara that lay upon a silk leopard skin slip.

It was real he noted with a combination of pleasure and bewilderment. Why was it not being worn out this evening by the fair lady of the manor? This had all been far too easy, and the jewels far to beckoningly valuable, and this,… this regal headpiece fit for a queen, and worth a king’s ransom, was laying here, unprotected, unguarded, why?

So it was, as his fingers wrapped around the almost blindingly shimmering Tiara, that it was not without surprise that his ear caught the slightest whisper of a rustling gown, and a rather feminine foot being cautiously placed upon the stairway below….

Like a cat, his muscles tensed, ready to flee…. He had time to make his escape….

But also like said cat, he was curious, suspicious as to who had made such a gingerly executed entrance unto the floor below?

And… instinct was telling him that whomever was treading so lightly below, was treading alone…..!!

He turned, and darted from the room and took up position just outside the sitting room doorway through which he had entered the corridor.

Silently he moved, listening intently as the cautious steps slowly made their way upstairs from the grand entrance way below, picking up the faintest sound of a swishing skirt!. He could sense that the (probably bejewelled) owner of those feet, which were treading ever so lightly, ever so elegantly, was as much on the alert as he was, listening out into the darkness for any hint of danger much the same as he.

He licked his lips, as he pondered it over for a few precious seconds.

Was this, after all, some type of elaborate ensnarement?
Or was it , as they say, a difficulty mastered, so an opportunity won?

Should he stay, or should he go?….that was his question, and the answer needed to be made forthwith!

Some inkling, possibly gained from years of experience, convinced him to stay put for the time being.
And so he did, waiting at the fork in his road, waiting as the steppes approached, ever closer up the downstairs case before deciding which path he should take !

Finally she reached the top, and the steps stopped while she paused… ,
He watched with eager anticipation.. Finally, after a silent ½ minute wait, he was rewarded as the pleasing figure of a rather diminutive, excitingly pretty miss, peaked cautiously around the corner.
But above all, he found the most pleasing part of her picture, were the visible jewels she was flashily adorned with.

She was tightly holding closed the top of a green satin cape, its hood down, exposing her rather pretty face. Said face made even prettier by the dangling earrings that swayed to and from the long hair that fell deliciously along either side of her head. Running through both side of that hair was a thin gold coronet: and hanging down from the royal crown like gold piece, gently tapping along her forehead, was a small, but pricey, egg shaped diamond, making a rather striking declaration of desirable opulence.

He looked down at her green satin gloved hands that held her cape closed. She was wearing a pair of emerald rings, one on each index finger, and a small dimonded ring on her]eft pinky. Both of her wrists were encased by a pair of cuff bracelets, their many rows of diamonds beckoning out in a manner quite vexing to one of his nature. He was more than curious to see what additional treasures she was hiding underneath that lovely cape.

Gaston! she suddenly whispered sharply looking about , slicing through the watching Burglars’ reverie like a sharp knife. He refocused and watched. Whom and bloody ’ell where, was this oddly named bloke, Gaston?

The lady continued on her quest….
Gaston, its me… Mariette !

She was looking around as she spoke, and soon spied the door of master bedroom, opened a crack as he had unknowingly left it!

He froze as she swished past, the long green satin skirt of her gown swishing quite intriguingly from underneath her shiny cape. The shadow she caste upon the wall putting on a rather enticing show of its’ own. Finally she reached the door, and opening it a hair bit more, again called out the errant Gaston’s name into the darkness

With disappointment, she closed the door without going inside.

The Burglar breathed a sigh of relief, until he saw that she was heading his way, wide open eyes spotting the crack of the sitting room door. He slowly melted into the shadows as she came swishing back down the corridor. Seeing her shadow growing as it played along the hallway, then her eyes appeared at the door. Gaston? she whispered hopefully inside the room, her eyes failing to see anything out of place amongst the shadows. She went away and he slinked back , resuming his lookout in anticipation.

she was crossing to the door directly across the hall.

Slowly she opened the door and peered inside. Gaston?, she again called out musically, Mon Mari ? , where are you lad, and by the devil, what game are you playing up now

Later, he would reflect on the last bit of the young girl’s sentence. It was not the words, but more so the manner in which she had spoken them! So, rather than at that moment turning to flee with the already pilfered goods in hand, some intuition, unwittingly gleaned from the girls performance, held him firmly in place. With the distinct impression that she was expecting something special from dear absent Gaston!

Not to mention the jewels she wore! They were certainly a most intriguing lure, a bit of nice icing that could possibly be added to a posh cake of already wedding like proportions…. Those jewels, both seen and as of yet unseen, were too valuable to be demurring over , specially for a seasoned Burglar such as He!.

With full daring, he took the chosen path, decisively opened the door, and watched as her figure froze rigid upon hearing the sharp creaking noise coming from behind.

He swiftly reached her, getting ready to place a hand around her mouth to stifle the expected scream, and the other to slip around her waist, to draw her delectably shiny figure close to hand…

But there were no screams or startled gasps. Gaston! she unworriedly scolded to the footsteps coming up behind here , 5 years and you haven’t changed a bit ! He stopped dead in his tracks, inches away from her, and did not complete his intended actions upon her.

What is it to be, Gaston? she continued, speaking to the person behind her whose shadow now emerging over hers on the wall…. Thievery? Too bad I didn’t guess what you had in mind this evening! Otherwise I would ave worn some of me mums better jewels.

Needless to say, her words would be vexing to most people, especially to our Burglars ears! So he listened intently, not believing what he was hearing… His fingers starting to tingle at the prospect of what he saw possible coming…. Ready to act accordingly if it did not appear to be going his way..

She continued on , her sweet voice, teasing… But Gaston, unannounced thieves cannot be choosers, mine will just have to do and she flicked an earring backwards, it twinkled merrily in the dim lights. Jewels as valuable as hers would twinkle even in the dimmest of lights, mere rhinestones would not! He knew, and began to inwardly drool over this certainty!

Now darling Gaston, she commanded, go in my room and start pilfering the jewels from my case on the mantel. I will come back in and surprise you. You know what will come next… Just don’t make the bindings too tight this time darling, she instructed the figure whose shadow still loomed up on the wall in front of her.

He did not have time to react as she turned happily. Her jewels flashing. She looked up at his masked face, then down to the black military boots upon his feet, than back up, her eyes beaming, boldly showing a lustful look that sent his heart afire. She then sharply scrunched down briskly reached up between his legs and goosed him quite royally . He managed to keep hold of his breath , keeping his eyes focused on the diamond swaying predominantly upon her forehead, provocatively tapping and shimmering its fire with unencumbered abandon….as he felt the exquisite pain burn up from below!

She rose, tapping his face affectionately with a gloved hand, her rings and cuffed bracelets fleshing smartly. Nice costume by the way luv she said. Her hazel green eyes swarmed up into his ,inviting an answer from “Gaston”. He just remained silent, frozen to the spot, unable to speak even if he had dared!

She must have been able to read his discomfort in his eyes, assuming her actions had left her lover speechless, She appeared happy to accept that for an answer and backed away, still smiling, towards the staircase.

A most welcome home darling Gaston she trilled affectionately! just before tuning to disappeared back around the corner with a swish of her gown. He heard her say merrily form her hiding spot, you have till the count of 25 luv , so get a move on.

He stood there, jaw opened wide neath his mask, his eyes watched as her gown had wispily whipped around the corner behind her as she had disappeared, whilst giggling quite excitedly to herself at her cleverness! He just didn’t know what to think. So if course He obediently followed her directions. Bloody “ell he remembered quite clearly to this day thinking, had he just had fallen into a cat thief’s wildest dreams..!

Wishing only now that only the real Gaston didn’t decide to show his mug and spoil all the fun

He opened the door to the jeweled damsel’s bedroom, and pulling out his torch, lit its pencil thin beam.

Once Inside, the torch light quickly found her oak jewel case on the mantel of an oaken dresser. Th high case matched the dresser and drawers below it perfectly, and it appeared that it was all uniquely Chippendale! It sat across from a matching four poster, with a sea blue satin coverlet and matching silken sheets.

He swiftly went over and began opening the many drawers of the jewelry case,Jewelry coffin some calls it!

The thin light of his torch lit up a sinfully copious display of jewels, note quite as valuable as the ones discovered in the master bedroom, but it was a damn close race all the same.. He happily began pullin out the drawers and sliding the pretty contents into an already bulging case. Dropping the empty drawers unceremoniously upon the floor. The lady he hoped, would appreciate the dedicated “realism “that her Gaston was going to put into her play, and he was just the person to make it realistic! He reckoned with a rather nefarious smile spreading upon the bearded face, covered by its thin mask.

At that moment, he heard the door creak slowly open….

She was coming in quietly, and soon proved to be quite the actress!

He heard her gasp behind him as he continued on his work, no not my jewels, Do anything to me but don’t take my family jewels. He turned around to face the damsel, holding the final drawer, filled with pearls, in his black gloved hand. She stood there with her left hand to her mouth, while her right ringed gloved fingers played with her necklace. the diamonds hanging down from it flickered quite invitingly.

You want these, do you not Mister Burglar, I can see it in your eyes. He emptied the drawer full of pearls into the black bag and dropping it empty onto the pile strewn about at his feet. Eyeing the pretty victim’s savory jewels, he eagerly began to move purposefully towards her in order to finally finish the nights work and make good his escape!

Not yet! she commanded, putting up a nicely ringed finger. Surprisingly ,because he had no real reason, he obediently stopped in his tracks to await her next command. As it turned out, he was very glad he had done so!

My closet, Gaston your always forgetting a good burglar checks a damsel’s closet for brooches and such left on by ladies far too lazy to remove them from ones party frocks. I swear Gaston You would make a horrible burglar in real life. You would positively starve if it were not for being directed by someone like me.

She chortled at her wit.

He just smiled, thanking her inwardly for being ever so much a big help to her poor Darling Gaston!

He turned to his right and headed straightforward to said closet, curious as to what he was expected to find inside. Opening the door, a long floor length mirror was revealed, allowing one to see into the interior of the bedroom behind him. Including the reflection of his most helpful victim as she stood there in all her jeweled and emerald satin attired glory!

She keenly watching his progress with an eager interest, as he stole a look at her reflection, thinking to im’self, quite a revealing it ’twas indeed!!

He turned to look back inside, and was met with a designer like assortment of colourful dresses and gowns. A quite nice, if not downright beguiling, display of soft velvets, slinky silks, sleek satins, frilled lace, and shiny leather.

He quickly began his task at hand, letting his fingers feel through the wonderfully sleek fabrics for anything hard and metallic. In one velvet number he felt something like a necklace around its top, he pulled it out, but disappointedly it was a rhinestone collared frock. He tossed it onto the bed and resumed his search as she could be heard softly giggling behind him ,nope, nothing on that one she stated, but don’t quit just yet!

He stole a glance at her from the mirror as he turned back into the closet. He eyed his new found “mentor” , said ‘mentor’ was watching him eagerly, her whole being quivering in anticipation head down to spiky heeled foot. He decided he had better keep tabs on this one, still not sure what exactly her game was all on about, they were her jewels after all, weren’t they? Indeed, rather valuable for playthings !!

There had to be something inside here he thought, as he plunged his gloved hands inside again and felt around. This time he was rewarded by felling a slight prick of something sharp. He pulled out a long black satin number, and saw it had two ruby clips attached to its bodice. He held it up to the mirror so she could see.

Well done Gaston she clapped gleefully, watching him pull them free from the evening gown and causally flipped them into his bag on the floor. The subtle gown was indifferently added to the growing pile on her bed.

She was eating it up. Going back into her character of the being the hapless victim, she began to plead… Please mister burglar don’t take everything of mine! He smiled, wondering how she would react when she found out that indeed, she was no just playing at being Gaston’s hapless victim!?

Turning his attention once again to her closet he moved aside the hangers, revealing a set of shelves set in the back that contained a nice selection of sensible shoes, wedged pumps, glossy spiked heels and designer style purses. One purse caught his ever appraising eyes ,a small gold clutch with what looked like ( and probably was) a diamonded clasp He pulled it out and tossed the expensive bugger into the bag. Good eye Gaston! She exclaimed. It’s almost like you were a real thief. She shivered again. Her earrings and necklace flickering like wild fires as he watched the show from her reflection in the handy mirror.

Now, as He was moving the dresses over to look into the shelves his eye had caught sight of a black leather jacket with a with a belt studded by what must have been a thousand rhinestones.

He now pulled it out and searched its pockets, partly to extend the show that “Gaston” was in no hurry!

So he was surprised when his gloved fingertips felt something cold and a bit weighty! He slipped it out and found he was holding a solid gold cigarette case ,which he added to the ever growing collection in his bag! , His “Mentor” trilled as he did so, she exclaiming, wandered where that had gotten off too luv! The matching lighter should be there too Gaston!

He reached back in, and there it was, as well as a small ivory and ebony gold ringed cigarette holder. Both of which quickly joined their companion in the rapidly filling bag. He then pulled off the belt. Even with rhinestones it was worth a pretty pence he reasoned. As he pitched it into the case, he heard the Lady helpfully exclaim in the background, good idea she said excitedly. I can use that later when I make you give back my jewels.

He actually felt a slight twinge of regret that that part of the act he would not be able to be present for!

It was then that He hit total pay dirt.

Thinking he was quite finished with the closet as he held the leather jacket , he took the time to hang it back up rather than adding it to the pile on the bed. Whilst making plans for the final approach towards his victim.

But It was as he did so that something, a most decidedly not rhinestone something, decoration flashed in the dim lights!

He eagerly reached in and pulled out a lovely long brown silky soft, satin gown. Holding it up triumphantly, he looked down at the dazzling sparkles of a magnificent gem encrusted brooch that was pluck ably suspended from the gowns wide center waist line. Good show Gaston! She exclaimed in the background. His eyes left the brooch and looked into the mirror at her. She clapped, rings and bracelets, earrings and Coronet , the whole lot, sparkling into a million pinpricks of fire as she did so!

She continued on, eagerly spilling her emotions into her words! Mon Mari, I was going to tease you later if you were to ‘ave missed that one, and I was sure you were going to!

Tsk,he said to himself. Wonder what the teasing part would have been like!

At the same time his mind was picturing this, he automatically, without taking his eyes off the mirror, pulled off the brooch off and nonchalantly pocketing the breathtakingly pretty jewel before throwin the slick gown onto the shiny piles already laying strewn about the bed. He found himself wondering what the teasing part would have entailed? As with the belt, He was almost sorry that he would not be around long enough to find that out either!

He turned once again to focus his attention, on the rather all too helpful miss, his eyes traveling unabashedly up and down her figure.

He started to move towards her, Almost she said with a giggle, her flashily ringed finger raised again, stopping him as he had started to move towards her.. not quite yet, She admonished, you forgot the most important part of burgling a ladies chamber!

He stood staring, not quite knowing what the devil this peculiarly eager to be robbed damsel in distress was going on about now !? But quite recent experience told him it should be to his thieving benefit to take more precious time and hear her out! So he questioningly waited to hear what the most important part was?

She than, quite helpfully, spelt it all out to him…

You didn’t check the lingerie drawer Gaston! , any burglar worth his salt would have done so.. he saw she had winked at him. . Come along Gaston l, get into your role my darling…!

Curiously He looked down upon the drawer in the stand next to her bed. No silly,, still in the drawers beneath my now pilfered jewel case!

She looked down mischievously at the Drawers set In the ancient oak Chest ,antique Chippendale defiantly he again ascertained.

He turned, hesitating… Should dear Gaston know which one it twas… He decided to just start at the top and began opening them one by one and pray he did not invoke her to start have any doubts as to his true nature!

He went over and started to pull open the top drawer. She could be heard giggling in the background, moved it on you didn’t I from the last time!? Her most welcomed words relived a bit of his anxiety, the gig was still not up, she still hadn’t guessed that he was the real thing, and not some love lorned Beau sadly named Gaston , of all things!

Ahh, there you go my darling! She said as he opened the next, it was found to contain, as promised, piles of wispy thin satin and silks, in all colours of a shimmering rainbow! Curious as to what further riches he was meant to find, he greedily swirled the expensive lingerie about, soon finding a pile of glistening silver all carefully laid out on one side.

A silver brush comb and matching mirror, all studded with jeweled handles, and not one, but two pairs of silver handcuffs!

He lifted up the jeweled vanity pieces .. he had once drooled over a similar set discovered in a museums case!

Oops she giggled, forgot those were there, just leave em luv. But he continued to place them into the case at his feet, and was surprised when she did not protest. Instead she said reasonably, but of course they are jeweled, just be careful with em please my darling…

The handcuffs and keys he lifted and threw on the satin comforter of the bed, wondering how many times she and her Gaston had put them to use as he watched them land upon the brown satin gown ?

He picked up the now quite hefty pouch, and looked over at his smirking victim. Come mister thief she instructed, time to do your worst. With pleasure he thought, studying most hypnotic swaying of her long jeweled earrings, with all my pleasure madam.!

He came up and stood before her. The lady’s head came up to his chin.

She was smiling in a most provocative manner, one hand still holding the clasp of her cloak, the other resting upon the brooch over her right breast. He, for no real reason, found himself wondering if the broach’s placement meant she was left handed.

Okay mister burglar, take me broach, I see you eyein it! For the first time, but not the last, he almost felt sorry for the show that poor Gaston was missing out on, but glad deep down that he on the other hand, was decidedly not!

He reached down and pried her fingers from the brooch, and as he unpinned the precious jewels, she pushed against him so his fingers brushed against a rather perked, notably heaving breast. With a sigh she listlessly allowed both her hands fall to her sides as she leaned into him, her eyes turned upward gazing lustfully at him with her imploring hazel green eyes. Huskily she murmured, that’s it, not too quickly. He unfastened the broach, his fingers a bit encumbered by the game she was playing with her body as she leaned in against him.

Pulling it off, his fingers brushing her soft figure, he let the broach plop into the pouch at his feet, He than reached up and undid the jeweled clasp of her long green satin cape, exposing is silvery lining,, and finally revealing the playful ladies gown I full, and her remaining ornaments, in all its exquisite glory.

Tongue tied in awe, he watched the cape slither down from her arms.

She looked up into his face, lustful eyes sparkling with delight at his supposed rapture at seeing her, not for a second realizing quite what it was about her that actually had captured his total command..

Cat ‘ave your tongue there laddie? She purred, her hazel eyes opening doe wide, offering no quarter as to their needful meaning. He just let his eyes travel up and down no fully exposed figure, quickly taking it all in. “The only thing that had more shine than those doe like eyes was the diamonds that fell drippingly ever so invitingly…”

Her green satin gown was fitted to show off every delightful curve of her figure. The bodice was not decorated by rhinestones or anything else that would have taken away one’s eyes from the jewels the wearer was sporting. Those jewels consisted of a brooch equally as magnificent as the one he had plucked from the brown satin gown found hanging in her closet. In addition now could be viewed her long wide necklace dripping down to her heaving breasts. The fine piece was set with blazing diamonds, smaller round ones surrounding a steady stream of larger egg shaped ones that matched the one that hung from her forehead. She smiled at his amazement.

Gaston, you almost act like you have never seen these before, she scolded, while playfully lifted up the necklace, letting it flow charmingly through her emerald green satin gloved fingers. Or are you really getting into robbing me, you naughty man! And she let her other hand playfully pat the side of his mask. For a second he thought she was going to pull it up to kiss him, thus spoiling the game. So he quickly grabbed her by the wrists under the pretense of studying her rings and bracelets, thus successfully diverting her mind away from the thought.

Ahh mister burglar, you want my pretties, I can tell, do you desire them more them Moi? One can imagined that you do! Quickly now, put yonder chair to use and ensure sure your victim cannot slip away whislt you wrestle the jewels from her very body!.

He quickly brought over a chair she was indicating happy to oblige, it would make things far easier at the end he thought to himself with a dash of relief.,.. The chair was another Chippendale, Victorian era straight backed. It’s position, reflection in the closet door he had left open would, allow them both to watch from all angels. Dear Gaston could not have planned it better

He sat it down behind her and she started to sit. He grabbed her by the wrists, keeping her upright. He looked into her wide open eyes, yet she was the one smirking like the cat eyeing the canary in its cage! Good Lord Gaston,he thought wryly, old chap. What did you get yourself into ?

What do you have in mind for your victim? , she asked him sweetly, honey dripping with each syllable.

He briskly turned her around and began to unzip her gown, felling its slick material, quite lusciously even under the thin gloves he wore. Good show Gaston, she chirped in approval, make your victim feel vulnerable. She kicked off the gown and it fell in a pile on the carpet, with the brooch on top, sparkling like a lighthouse on top of an Irish island of shimmering green. She was looking up at him, clad only in a scant mint coloured silken slip that hung delightfully tight against her now quite perked figure.

She stooped down giving him a purposely good view of her ‘fin arrière’ , tightly outline by her silken thin slip. She reached down and retrieved her cape, covering the cold oak back of the High backed chair with it and slipped onto it, too fast for him to react. . Damn! he thought he had planned to nick that pretty cape with its expensively wrought clasp as well!

But he reasoned, all is fair in love, games and theft

He went over an undid the satin sash of her green gown, eyeing the brooch, but not taking it, not yet my pretty he thought out with promise, as he slipped the sash off.

He turned back around, again she was still smirking like the cat that had now caught the canary, though this time it looked like she had bloody thing in her mouth. He looked down at her gloved hands, the bracelets were there, but judging by her now bare fingers, it was not a canary she had sucked into her mouth.

Without letting on to her mischievous game, he went behind her and she quite helpfully placed her gloved hands behind the chair, her fingers beckoning, trying obviously get him to notice her missing rings. But he had other ideas for that part of her game, and it did not involve Gaston snogging ‘er to get at em!

As he began employing the sash in tying her arms, he could feel her shiver deliciously from her head to toe , squirming playfully in the chair. Once She almost slipped off the chair, made slick by the cape upon which she perched, sitting in an equally slippery slip, and he had to catch her and pull her back, felling her shiver as he held her..

Her dangling earrings were flickering like mad through the show, beckoning quite invitingly in his face as he was kneeling down, causing him to shiver in much the same manner as her, as he loosely bound her by the wrists.

He then rose and going to the bed picked up a set of the handcuffs. Going back he held her eyes steady with his, as she tried to come across as if she was imploring him not to do it, the rings hidden in her mouth preventing her to speak out . As he approached she kicked off both of her emerald rhinestone covered spiked heels, playfully missing him. He reached down, and taking an ankle in hand, cuffed it securely to a leg of the chair, above a low bar. She was not going anywhere without dragging the chair with her. He had kept the keys on the bed with the other set of cuffs, she could reach there to undo herself, but he was planning to be long gone before she would managed to accomplished that feat!

He went down behind her and she arched back. Trying to watch what he was up to. He looked at their figures image in the mirror, her coronet, necklace and earrings vividly sparkling in the reflection, like fire on a distant mountain he thought droolingly…….

Methodically he held her by each wrist and stripped off, one by one, both of her twin cuffed diamond bracelets, tossing them neatly into his pouch. Then, playing along with the lady’s game, fruitlessly felt for her rings, hearing her muffled giggles above him as she squirmed.

mmmm she said, through gritted teeth not being able to open her mouth due to her rings. He could see that what she was unable voice, it t’was totally readable in her expression, reflected from the oh so handy mirror..

Then he moved his hands, grasping her by the silken sides of her slip, and began to tickle her mercilessly, she started to uncontrollably giggle, then sputtering, sent the three sparkling rings she had been holding inside her mouth, spinning out and plopping onto the green silk of her lap, where they slithered down between her knees! Gaston! She admonished, snapping her legs closed, tears in her eyes as she laughed, that wasn’t how… !

He hushed up her words by quickly massaging his gloved fingers through her long luxurious hair. Figuring she would leaned right back, which she did! Her eyes still tightly shut, reeling in the vivid pleasures of her game..

Her green satin gloved fingers tried to adjust her bonds so she could reach back out behind her, and he knew for what, and responded appropriately by rising up so she could reach her objective. Then it became his turn to be the one moaning softly through gritted teeth…

Easy on the family jewels there missy He silently thought groaning inwardly, not daring to give his now scintillated thoughts’ to voice…. sincerely hoped that her darling Gaston was the strong silent type

He quickly started caressing her earlobes, taking advantage of where this lady’s mind was otherwise occupied…. slowly, carefully stroking free each of her lovely long earrings in turn, and kept on massaging for several minutes afterwards, taking precious time with the task as to keep her mind away from what he was accomplishing from behind her trussed up back..

Darling Gaston she responded, apparently, hopefully, waiting for a response.

He gave her one, though not verbally, by leaning in as close as he could. She began to grope quite furiously and he thought of a monkey he had seen once in the city zoo doing one such number on a banana.

She was so enthralled that she never even felt him lift up ends of the thin coronet: lifting oh so carefully, out each end of shiny gold that was woven into her hair, and began gently stroking out each one free, nor did she miss the egg shaped diamond as it stopped brushing against her brow, once he finally freed the shimmering piece, eagerly lifting up and stealing the quite valuable jewels away.

Well Gaston, she purred, failing to even notice when her pricey jeweled head piece was being dropped in the pouch at her foot, I can feel it my darling, it has been quite a long time for you also, no?!

As the bound lady quite seductively was murmuring these words, her fingers continued their free play between his legs. You want me don’t you luv, she asked seductively., wistfully her eyes opening wide and looking up into his, catching him hovering over her, his slitted eyes looking down upon her. She entirely misread the object of his also lustful gave, and closed her eyes with a heavy sigh!

For, as he had had been caught looking down upon her he would not have had the heart to pour cold water on the lovely , unsuspecting, girl’s bliss! For he would have had to admit that it was the small fortune in diamonds dribbling nicely down as her throat was arching back in her ecstasy, sending a cascading fire, that was for the most part to blame for his stiffly obvious condition. And not, he rudely thought, the lustful desire that she thought he was having for a pair of somethings quite a bit different that she was obviously offering to give him free reign of!

In her bliss, his victim moved open her knees ever so slightly.

The rings! He had almost forgotten all about them!

Kiss me Gaston the enraptured miss cried out yearningly at that point.

Seizing the moment, his hand had delved in and was groping about for the rings that were laying somewhere unseen between her legs. All her thoughts of being kissed vanished into the aire in a fit of convulsive ecstasy.

He pried open wider her legs, finding no resistance atoll. He then obliged her sweet fantasy by searching thoroughly the now rather, even threw his gloves, dampish area for her hidden treasures. He soon found and scooped out each glittery ring one by one, pushing them deeply up and into her pulsating “Labia Majora”,before tossing them each neatly into his bag.

AS he pulled out the last ring she hopefully said, her voice hoarse with expectations, Sure you found everything mister burglar?

He reached down and randomly pulled her hairpiece from then bag and dropped it down between her legs. When did you take that she gasped looking down. Forgetting her hands were bound, she had tried to feel up for her hair…

She closed her legs tightly over the jewel as it laid there shimmering britely! I borrowed that silly!

He bent down and tried to open her knees, she resisted, struggling as she tried to work her hands free, he hoped she was still playing her game, and not having second thoughts about it. It could make things rather unpleasant!

But apparently the gig was not up yet, for instead an old memory had been invoked back to her conscious mind.
Ah yes, you are right my dear Gaston! Recreating that time in the film we were watching, when a thief took some jewels from those ladies at a party, after promising them he would not !.

He reached up and lifted her necklace, fingering its beckoning lure. Yes she said with a sultry gasp, exceptin , in the movie, she hadn’t noticed when he did it!

He stopped, not sure if he should follow through, not wishing to upset any apple carts of fantasy she was expecting. Then she went on….

Gatson luv, you tried it while we were dancing. Remember darling, I had told you then that you ‘ad missed your callin! She chirped out this last bit cheerfully. And like that her anxieties had been lifted. Alls fair my luv she said permissively.

Feeling her figure her relax and stealing the unguarded moment, his hand delved again into the small crack she had opened between her legs. Oh good lord she exclaimed , leaning forward as he fondle led and groped the jewel lose, finally pulling it out triumphantly, and holding it up before his eyes watching its most hypnotic sway.

He looked down at her and saw that she was again watching him with some query. Was she having some doubts as to what game was actually being played he membered wondering.

He still was not sure what had just happened, had she or had she not wanted him to steal the Coronet?

Apparently is was not !

That’s not mine, dear Gaston, please be careful. He held it before her eyes, she smiled ,brat she teased, you always were, weren’t ya now!. But I should have told you that was out of bounds, of course you wouldn’t ‘ave known it was mine, being absent for so many years…!

Carefully he laid the jewel back onto her lap

Thank you, you are a gentleman as well as a thief! dear sir, she sighed happily.

With his victim’s worries finally calmed, it was time for the coupe de grace he eagerly contemplated as he eyed her magnificent necklace, the last and best piece of his victims worn jewels.

He left one hand between her legs, continuing to methodically rub the area, whilst his left traveled up her slick backside, reaching the back of her throat, and her necklaces’ jeweled clasp! Using two gloved fingers, he neatly popped open the clasp and watched as the two ends fell open and hung down over her shoulders. Curious as to what reaction she would give, He conspicuously: began to pull one end of the glittery diamonded links forming the chain, letting it noticeably drag up and over her shoulder, before it fell in a cascading fiery heap into his open palm beneath…

She quivered and moaned, then huskily, began choking out the words in quite in a seductive, huskily hoarse voiced manner.

Gaston, Mon Mari. take my necklace again only this time let it slip down inside my dress. Her eyes reflected in the mirror were wide open with crazed excitement , obviously she wasn’t thinking straight calling her Thin silken slip a dress !

But Maybe she had played this game before with this bloke Gaston, whie she was wearing one of her pretty shiny dresses, possibly the brown number, and he looked over at the gown laying partially off the bed, still a thing of beauty, even with it’s dazzling broach,, had she also possibly been wearing the same jewels…

But for this unfortunately named Gaston , and the darling Mariette …..this time, their playful fantasy game would end in a much more , decidedly quite different, outcome!!

As he pondered this, he was quickly replacing her necklace, draping it around her throat and re-fastening the clasp.. For on last time, happily, hungrily eyeing its jeweled chains, brilliantly sparkling their fiery reflection in the handily positioned large mirror !

He then unclipped the clasp, guiding it this time so it fall down inside … then did the job properly, feeling along the outside first, then reaching inside and giving great attention to all of her sweet spots. Finally reaching bottom, he found that her diamonded necklace had fallen down to the seat of the chair.

Her figure, which had been squirming during the entire performance, shot straight rigid as his fingers began once again searching the area between her legs, she let out a piercing squeal as he hit home several times before grabbing the jewels and bringing them back up the way he, and they, had come down.

As he pulled her jewels free, she slumped back into the chair, her whole being exhausted from her recent ecstatic struggles…

He slipped the shimmering strings of diamonds down on top of their pilfered, glittering mates… Quite a haul he thought as He looked at her body, eyes clasped shut, still grasping to control her pinnacled desires..

She never even noticed that her borrowed headpiece had also been scooped up along with her necklace as he had quickly, unobtrusively also taken it to be deposited inside his bag

He went over to the piled gown layin on the floor, lifting it up he carried it over to his victim. Holding it up he watches as the dazzling brooch was reflected in her , now open, slightly glazed over, doe wide open eyes. He slipped off the jewel, mindlessly pocketing it with the other , as he laid the gown reverently out over her lap. She closed her eyes and groaned. Okay Gaston you win, she murmured huskily, now untie me….

Gaston did win, he thought smirking to himself as, claiming the now quite weighty pouch from the floor, he began to stroll briskly towards the bedroom door exit, preparing himself for when she would realize the truth and start her desperate pleading.

Hey Gaston l, he heard her exclaim from behind his back, where do you think you are going. I said game over no didn’t I ?! She must have looked down , for she began to prattle on, and give me back that Tiara, its not supposed to have been part of the game!

Its more of a Diadem than a tiara my sweet, the burglar boldly corrected her as he closed the door behind him, distinguishing any further comment from the now indignant young Damsel.

He retraced his steps out to the sitting room’s balcony exiting the way he had come, from the ancient wrought iron fire stairs conveniently located down off the second floor balcony.

Reaching solid earth he turned to make his escape, treading away quietly on the freshly cut, dewy lawn. His mind still reeling over what had played out inside the large manor’s upper bedroom. The hefty pouch at his side, a comfortable reminder that it had not all been a dream, but a Burglars fantasy played out, if one will label it….

Reaching a line of high shrubbery, he unobtrusively followed in the shadows it created, heading swiftly back to the secret entranceway he had entered…

As he reached that point, he stopped… was it the wind playing tricks? For behind his back, where the dark manor stood, he thought he had caught a voice calling out the name Gaston? He shook his head without remorse, no guilt… She simply could not have gotten loose that quick! Or had that chap Gaston made an inopportune entrance? Either way, like a whispy wil-o-wisp, his light would be disappearing quite soon from the scene…

Then, without any further ado, he silently disappeared, unobserved, back into the mist filled darkness of the night from which he had emerged!

He could feel his heart beating with exquisite triumph as he made his way through the woods.
Then he felt it actually leapt to his throat as he spied, through the trees ahead a flickering light… could it be someone approaching he queried in the silence of the woods to himself? Somebody else’s Wil-o-wisp perhaps?.

With extreme caution he silently inched ahead towards the light, walking soundlessly upon the soles of his feet.

He came sneaking out to edge of a small hollow, in the center of which stood a small stone cottage, with a diminutive roundish wooden door and only one ancient lead glass window could be seen as the sole entrances. From the window was lit the flickering light, a tall squat candle.

He decided to check things out, what burglar worth his salt would not? He wryly asked himself. He was feeling in high spirits after his brilliant bit of thievery that had already been successfully ( and profitably!) carried out this fine evening.

He approached the structure from the side, and eased along the outer wall till he reached the opposite side of the window. He moved carefully, lest his figure cast a warning shadow on the moonlit ground below the windows’ lighted caste!

Peeking into the window, oh so cautiously, to look inside … It all appeared to be one room. He could make out an empty bed, a small table and scrolled black oak high backed chair by the window. An antique writing table across the room, with a set of drawers. Otherwise the room , it appeared, was deserted. On the table, lit by the candle, was a piece of yellowed paper.

Curiosity got the better of his senses, and he carefully went to the doorway, and silently ( from practice) managed to inaudibly open the door . He peered inside, no-one was waiting there. He slipped inside and closing the door behind him went to the table. The candle was held in a small gold plated holder. Next to it lay an old box of wooden matches. Flames danced over the paper.

He looked down at the sheet of parchment. Upon in, written in an elegant female script, was a short note…

Avoid Mariette she is nothing but trouble,
Meet me here afterwards. ‘

Lilly? Hmm he thought, ……Could another bejeweled young princess be out an about this evening , perhaps it would be worth waiting for the second one to show her pretty figure? But meet after what? A Ball perhaps?

He smiled, as the memory of the ballroom scene in the old movie Pygmalion flashed, and how enticingly jeweled the ladies in attendance had been, and appealing his designs had been planned on acquiring their baubles as he had watched. Could it be possible?

The note was still here, so he reckoned that she had not yet returned. He should not have much longer to wait, and he probably had a good hour before the damsel Mariette would be squawking out an alarm over her stolen trinkets…!

He silently went back to the door and stole swiftly outside, taking a position in the shadows caste by a grove of nearby willows.

He did not have long to wait! Only 20 minutes into his allotted hour, his vigilance was rewarded when his keen hearing picked up upon the ever satisfying rustle of a silken gown, moving ever so gracefully along the path he had just left. Still savoring his daydream of a ballroom filled with jeweled debutantes, he prepared himself, demanding expectations at their fullest.

Soon a satin caped feminine figure, her face hidden by the cloak, as she looked about, had stopped at the edge of the wooded hollow, some 6 feet away from his hiding spot. After a few minutes breathlessly looking about, she moved quickly from the shadows of the woods and crossed the clearing to the stone building. The bottom of her long gown swishing rather alluringly as it fell from beneath the shiny hooded cape!

He could see her features quite well in the moons light, enough to see, with Disappointment, that he could not make out even the slightest evidence of a flicker that would indicate this one was wearing visibly any jewels he could steal!

Reaching the cottage, she slinked around to the window. Peering inside, she watched for a few minutes, her face lighted by the candle, but no earrings flashed what would ave been a scintillating fire….she slipped to the door. Opening it, the enticing figure darted inside. The candle was extinguished, plunging the building and the area around the window into inky blackness.

He waited in the silence, the only sound was his pulsating heart.. Who would make the next move he thought.

After about 10 minutes an owls eerie hooting in the distance finally broke silence, and he decided that is was an omen….the next move must be his. For who knew what she was wearing neath the satin cape…and he had 30 minutes left to find out, or leave her with empty hands….

Carefully he retraced his steps, peering again into the widow he watched for some long minutes, but nothing appeared to be moving inside.

He made up his mind, and carefully hiding the leather pouch of jewels behind a hedge near the door, went to it and flung it open wide.

Rushing inside his eyes searched vainly for the panicked female he was hoping to find inside, cowering at his abrupt entrance.

Nothing appeared to move. Going back to the table he struck a match, looking around the room appeared to be just as deserted as before. No, not quite though, her short satin cape was laying spread out on the bed. He lit the candle and held it up, nothing moved, no shadows from the feminine figure. Or any living being for that matter, was caste.

He walked over to the bed, where the cape was shimmering like a lack pool upon the satin covers. No brooch adorned this one, unlike poor Mariette’s!

He started to peek under the bed, but ……

Suddenly some pebbles sharply struck the glass from the outside, making him jump, despite himself.

Taking the candle with him he went out the door and allowed its flame to illuminate the darkness around. He saw no one, and looking down, realized his leather pouch of jewels was also gone from behind the hedge.

Cursing himself for playing the fool, he stood there at the doorway, pondering his next move.

Then he felt something stick in his back, and heard a female, giggling behind him. The obviously pleased girl than said in a quite satisfactory manner, Lilly has gotcha’ now my sweet Gaston…

He froze, the game was up, all from being an overly greedy prig, he quietly chastised himself.

Come on in “Gaston”, Lilly said with a hint of triumph in her voice.

Gaston he thought a glimmer of hope arising…, what with her mistaking him for the tardy French bloke, there may be a way out of this yet me lad !!

He obediently came back inside, and was directed to sit down in the high-backed chair. The candle was taken from his grasp, and his hands pulled behind the chair. He felt the cold metal of handcuffs being strapped on over his wrists, and finally had to admit that the tables had indeed been turned quite nicely.

He remained mute.. figuring to buy enough time to get ‘emself, and Mariette’s jewels, out of this predicament!

Lilly, gently laid the candle on the table and looking up, coyly gazed into his masked eyes with a blaze of satisfaction emitting from her face, her long green evening gown, now exposed in all its shiny brilliance, disappointedly had no jewels pinned to it. Actually no jewels of any sort had adorned this lass’s hidden figure! But it was a rather pretty figure, he had to admit, with the rather form flitting bright green gown, and her long reddish hair, gave no detractions from her Pygmalion like beauty…

So his new “opportunity” had been a rum busted one, and he had bluffed upon one too many cards played this evening and lost his hand… and the jewels!!

She went to the side of the room, as his eyes followed, and pulling his jewel filled leather pouch from underneath the bed, picked it up and carried it triumphantly to the table.

He swore, chastising ‘imself under his breath, he had been just that close to reclaiming Mariette’s Jewels… !! But no, he still harboured hopes of reclaiming them before the light of daybreak!!

So quite nice of you to bring me poor Mariette ’s jewels my sweet.

Opening the pouch she selected the silvery case that had been collected from the master bedroom and placed so happily by him inside the leather pouch! Opening the case in front of his nose, he saw the shimmering pile of white diamonds and red rubies twinkling from inside. She sat the case down on the table and reaching again inside his leather pouch, retrieved the antique jeweled mirror. Using it, she put in the dangling earrings of the ruby stoned set, admiring their reflection in the mirror as she did so, with a sidelong glance to make sure her prisoner was watching. !

He most decidedly was , his eyes as wide as a deer caught in headlights!

Next she pulled out the long glittering necklace and faced him, the jewels dangling daringly in her hand…

She held up the necklace of rubies, ya like these sir? I could tell! she said enticingly waving the jeweled piece in front of his masked face, before elegantly fastening it around her throat, where they cascaded down in a most beckoningly manner. She admired their shimmering reflection in the ornate silver hand mirror, smirking..

Yes he thought drooling over the enticing sight, he did like them, quite a bit actually …!

Poor Mariette she murmured, must ‘ave been devastated when she finally realized you weren’t that prat Gaston, and the ending of her fine little game altered against her!

So, she knew he thought, and pondered what was in store for him now?!

Still prattling on about poor Mariette, Lilly continued to pull out the other ruby encrusted pieces of the matching set. Saucily dangling each piece tauntingly in front of his masked eyes… before slowly, carefully adorning her svelte green satin’d gowned figure with the fiery red glamorous little buggers!

When she had finished, Lilly came and stood before him, and gave him her full attention. He in return stared at her, keepin his expression poker faced and unreadable

I’m so sorry Mr Burglar, did you still want these? She leaned over him, teasingly playing with jewels so that they flickered in the candles basking soft light.

He most certainly did want them, and his cuffed hands moved, his fingers flexing, itching to reclaim them from that deliciously lovely soft neck…and his mind’s eye played out how he would have revenged upon that pretty figure and taken the rest if only he could get his hands free, and he did so try very hard to do so at that moment. !

Sensing his frustration, and maybe realizing what tiger she had by the tail, she smiled teasingly….,and backed away, her quite fetching figure and frenziedly sparkling jewels vexingly out of reach.. She went on…. But they now belong to Lilly don’t they my sweet “Gaston”! … However, there is something I can give you my dear…

Then, looking once again ever like the cat eyeing the canary in his cage, Lilly unzipped her satin gown and let it slip down liquidly down along her figure. She was now standing before him, for the second time that evening, her figure clad only in her jewels and the long shimmering mint coloured slip!

She reached over and pulled up and lifted off the black burglars mask, smiled deviously into his eyes, causing him to feel more than a slight prickling discomfort from down below …

Hello Mon Mari she whispered deliciously to her husband, tickling him under the chin with ringed fingers, …. Game, Set and Match.. my darling thief…

(Mariette/Lilly ) looked with sweet innocence down upon husband (Mari in French) , costumed as the cat burglar whom she had been calling Gaston all evening . He found the look upon her sly smiling face with her foxy grin, to be quite most enchanting… as always it twas…!

Then he, with an even wider grin, spoke aloud for only the second time thus far this evening…

The note, how did you know I was going to leave you there like that , and……where did you ever come up with the bloody name of Gaston?

Same place as the name Mariette and Lilly , she said sweetly, from that old movie we saw some time ago, did you forget dearest? But then, You may have had other things on your mind that night my darling … I do believe I may have had on these same old things…She reached down…

“Gaston”, “Lilly ” twittered, rubbing a hand alongside his face, rings and bracelet delightfully shooting out blazing sparks.

He started to rise, but was held firm by the handcuffs, damn he though, forgot about them, !

Regaining his composure, he smiled and retorted

Must have then, he replied, remembering quite well the antics of the night in question, but his racing mind raising a blank as to the movie?

So then, Lilly is also from this movie? He asked.

So you don’t really remember the movies she squealed happily, so you thought from the note, that Lilly was just a second jeweled victim in the game needed robbed by the daring burglar!?

No no no my sweet, she scolded, Lilly was a thief also, just like Gaston ! Should have paid more attention to the movie Luv, and less to what your wife was wearing that night, naughty lad…. And she tickled him underneath the chin in playful rebuff, and went on..History always repeats itself my luv, and you would have been on the lookout for a trap from Lilly…!

So Gaston was taken in by Lilly in the movie then, he asked still trying unsuccessfully to recall the flick…

“Lilly/Mariette ” looked down upon her husband with a sly grin, certainly was, she answered , and like tonight, imagining that she would be wearing jewels, “The thief Gaston” was successfully lured to his doom !

Her eyes had taken on a lustful glaze, and she bent down to him, her necklace swinging as provocatively as the expression on her face.. Whole heartedly she kissed her husband as he tried unsuccessfully to raise his arms to her. She broke off and stood back, cheekily studying the bound “burglar” before her with a quite becoming self-satisfied smirk upon her charming face… Playing with the necklace she smugly whispered down to him, but unlike poor Mariette ’s , this necklace is safe from your clutches, as are the rest of my jewels!

Shaking his head clear, trying to focus on how the game was turning against him, wondering how he could buy time to still get his hands on his wife’s” jewels” and come out, ahem!, on top……. The Burglar/Gaston/Husband tried to buy time by asking …?

How did you slip out of here, get the pouch, and sneak back inside without me catching you then luv ?
Was that part of the movies also?

He thought to ‘emself that he needed to find the name of the movie to watch it again, and check his wife’s story about what had transpired…. He looked up at her smug face as she appeared to be about to answer his question, and seemingly also his thoughts…

My secret she purred scrunching down, her long slip pooling out around her feet .… when your “Lilly” does not want to be caught, she won’t be.. Words to the wise mr burglar …..and now that I have, caught, you my pet…..The game is up, and the last move will be mine……

“La reine checmates son roi “ she than whispered, in French, into his ear , bringing her jewels up close, whence they teasingly started sparkling brilliantly in his eyes, like cascading rainbows of fiery colours ,causing him to squint…

Swiftly, if not modestly, the tales’ scene now cuts to outside of the moonlit glen with the stone cottage in view. The candle is still flickering in the window… The difference is that now a pair of shadows can be seen moving about indecipherably inside the window’s view of the room…

If one moves closer, stealthy like a thief in the night, and listens in, the silence is quietly broken inside by a male voice asking,

But what was the name of the Movi….?

The last word is cut off abruptly with a heartfelt grunt. Followed by the sounds of a girl’s deliciously mischievous giggling….which is then followed by the emotionally poignant sounds emitted by her captured burglar receiving his comeuppance, a debt owed for losing their role-played game.. ..and possibly a bit of revenge on her part for a previous game she had consequently lost to her husband not too far past…..

Quite soon afterwards various shifting moans and squeals come from both female and male occupants from the bed inside the cottage….. Suggestions of some glorious tryst being played out, unfolded from within.

It is quite some time before silence reigns once again around the small hollow, and the only movement that can be viewed will be that of the candles dancing flame…..

So it was much later then, in the early dew morning hours, when the full silvery moon rays come again wispily streaming through the now open window of the cottage.

Still lit, the candles’ flame flickers on a side table, shallow light reflected into an the all but emptied dark green bottle of homemade elderberry wine. The reflection is seen of twin crystal wine glasses, holdin the last dredges of the reddish wine, which had been rather hastily, quite thirstily, consumed, at the end of the couples performance that evening!

A rhinestone bracelet, wantonly discarded onto the oaken table top, sparkles in mute witness… its ruby gems dancing within the flames light.. sparkling as best as only rhinestone jewelry could, for inexpensive rhinestones culled from antique stores and discount shoppes, were what made up all the jewels that they used luringly, alluringly, on their various date night plays.

In the distance the spooky whoo hoo of a prowling owl could be heard once again calling, the sound carried to the ears of the role playing Husband, lying on the bed, contentedly letting his mind wander, as it basked reflectively on nothing, and everything at the same instance of time…..

And as he laid there, trying to catch an eluding sleep whilst his wife, in satisfied deep slumber, was held cuddled warmly in his arms smiling… He ended up meditatively pondering the last unanswered question of the evening ….. murmuring the words to ‘imself

What the ‘ell was the name of that bloody movie ???

Fini….. For now


Posted by Chatwick Harpax on 2017-11-16 22:06:06


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