A Wicked Turn

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The Daring Kind

She must have been able to read the 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 smugly, towards the staircase.

The diamond dangling from the coronet was still flashing its Morse code-like flickers, tapping the message to him that signalled, come get me!

Happily, she tapped his cheek, then turned and disappeared back around the corner with a swish of her gown, trilled affectionately to ’Gaston” as she did…

“A most welcome home darling Gaston!”

He then heard her say merrily from 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 had watched as her gown had wispily whipped around the corner behind her, whilst listening as she was giggling quite excitedly to herself at her cleverness!

He just didn’t know what to think.

So of course, He obediently followed her directions.

“Bloody “ell” he muttered, thinking, had he just had fallen into a cat thief’s wildest dream!

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

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

Once Inside, the torchlight quickly found her oak jewel case on the mantel of an old stained oaken dresser.

The 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.

“Nice of her to point out where her jewels are kept!” He thanked the clueless girl!

He swiftly went over and began opening the many drawers of the jewellery case, or jewellery coffin as some would churlishly call 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 pulling out the drawers and sliding the prettily flickering contents into an already bulging case.

Rudely discarding the empty drawers unceremoniously upon the floor.

The lady he hoped, would appreciate the dedicated “realism “that this’ Gaston’ of her’s was going to put into her play, and he was just the person to make it realistic!

He reckoned this with a rather nefarious smile spreading upon the bearded face, covered by its thin black mask.

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

She was coming in quietly, and soon the lady proved her mettle 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 pearl filled final drawer in his thin 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 flickered quite as she held it up!

She then teased, delighted at his captured attention! …

“You want these, do you not Mister Burglar, I can see it in your eyes!”

Looking upon her, he tipped the drawer full of pearls into the black bag, then dropping it empty onto the pile strewn about at his feet.

Then he eagerly, purposefully, moved towards her, lustfully eyeing the pretty victim’s savoury jewels.

She shivered as if she read his mind, that he would take her jewels and flee into the night with them.

But she was not ready to have him do that, so she commanded him in a softly brisk tone…

“Not yet!”

Putting up a nicely ringed finger to indicate he should come no further!

Surprisingly to himself, for he had no real reason to listen, he obediently stopped in his tracks to await her next command.

As it turned out, he was soon very glad he had done so!

Then he eagerly, purposefully, moved towards her, lustfully eyeing the pretty victim’s savoury jewels.

She shivered as if she read his mind, that he would take her jewels and flee into the night with them.

But she was not ready to have him do that, so she commanded him in a softly brisk tone…

“Not yet!”

Putting up a nicely ringed finger to indicate he should come no further!

Surprisingly to himself, for he had no real reason to listen, he obediently stopped in his tracks to await her next command.

As it turned out, he was soon very glad he had done so!

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