He took off his
watch.
He took off his watch, solicitous fellow, not wishing to
tear her silk stockings, as he slipped them down over her marshmallow limbs. Or mark her pale face as it
lay on the pillow of his subtle desire.
He took care of everything. Except her heart.
Take off the watch, why don’t you take off the watch? Leave
no sign, cover your tracks, give the girl wine and a really good time....Slowly undoing the zip of her
inhibitions, with one eye on the phone, he filled her mind with fulsome flattery, softening and smoothing the
way to his own desire,setting her soul on fire and subduing all objections. Or so
he thought.
Checking the time, a fleeting glance at the Rolex reassured
him that there was enough time to catch that bus to paradise, and maybe take her along too, a passenger of
secondary importance.
Her grey eyes were closed in pretended passion, she held her
breath in anticipation of the
performance she must render. For that is what he would
require, without a doubt.
The minutes ticked by....
....her thespian talent saw her through Act I, scene 2; the
family portraits gave a silent round of applause. Keeping the
master happy, well done, girl!
He sighed.
Satisfied.
She adjusted her white apron, pinned up her hair, pocketed the Rolex, continued with the dusting, ignoring the disapproving scowl of Great-Aunt Agatha from above the fireplace....
Blimey Sonia, you have been busy. Those are excellent, what a talented lady you are.
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Ken