Naughty Ladies

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In the ensuing panic, I forced myself into their startled midst as I hurried to leave. Bumping into the velvet-gowned young lady, she tripped and started to fall, as it was playing out, my hand snaked up through her hair easily whisking out the startled young thing’s fancy diamond clip in the process.

This was my sister's miss, I wanted a gown of my own, but papa said to wait till next year, and then I can wear real makeup!” Sebastian sighed, giving us both a look. Sensing, incorrectly I might add, that neither of us are interested in him, he tossed the nub of his cigar and followed the guard inside. There, before her, is the gown, it's lovely owner, and the sparkle of crimson fire suspended from a gold chain. He froze, not raising his hands. I could see him tense up and knew the twit was going to go for me. Probably mistook me for a servant. My thanks to everyone who has helped me with ideas in writing this story. You all know of whom I speak.Ginny shook her head, admitting her mum was out of town with her father on a re-election jaunt (Ginny’s mum is a local politician) I laughed in what I hoped would be a winning manner while answering. “ I guess not, probably no reason for one to be here. So miss Nancy, you've not asked whom I am playing this evening.” A silence ensued for a minute, and as I watched,” Nancy” was looking over my shoulder up at the raised platform of the dance floor behind me, watching something. Grabbing a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, I followed them out to the outside balcony. There I took a seat at my table and kept watch. Then the lady, looking directly into my eyes, asked a most peculiar question as she massaged my side.

I began to make another round of the tables inside. On the lookout for fresh prey amongst the beautifully attired female guests. A desiring fire was starting to stir from deep within, my fingers felt like curling. So close and yet so far...I decided to hold off judgment and went on playing her on. Much like a fly fisherman will play a trout, not sure if he still wants to actually land it. I moved through the woods as silently as I could. Not that it matters for the late night, actually early morning now, New Year's partiers we’re totally oblivious to anything going on around them. We both laughed over that, but I knew this one was a dead end. I could not wait until the dance was through so I could resume the hunt. I really had thought none of the younger ones would have ever read about AJ Raffles and that it would be my inside joke. I then spied with my little eye an elegant lady wearing taffeta, placing a solid gold compact inside her small pearl-handled white beaded clutch purse. I stood near bye, and as she bent down to adjust a strap on her high heel, I walked past and snatched the purse up, hiding it in my own larger purse.

Laying upon the chair was a small silvery clutch purse, worth quite a bit by my scrutiny. The girl was holding a purse of her own, a pretty, small satin number with rhinestones. Too expensive to pass up. The wench approached the lords of the land. Hissing and spewing poison words from her mouth she said The hand which she placed had placed over her heart, no longer sporting her expensively wide pearl and amethyst bracelet.I crossed the street and walked up behind them close enough to get a feel for the manner of conversation. They were all Scottish judging by their accents. Being Welsh myself I was hoping they would jump at the opportunity to talk with a newcomer to the area. She laughs softly to herself thinking, oh this lovely one, also has secrets, she is being naughty sneaking out to have her hidden smoke. With events that were to occur a short time later, I would come not regret passing on spending extra time to search her room.

The daughter, Celcia, was dressed in a very elegant long-sleeved dress of silver satin. Her jewels were all set with diamonds. Her silver half mask is set in rhinestones. The bottom drawer of the vanity next to her bed was ajar, an old skeleton key hanging from the keyhole Her eyes crinkled with laughter lines, as the Lady again looked about, as if ensuring her empty home, was in fact empty. Then stepping to the balcony's edge lit and savored another of her long slim cigarettes. I responded by spitting out my cigarette and clasping my hands behind her and digging my fingers into her hinny.But then I attracted nosey official notice and had to make a hasty exit. Blimey, a girl’s got to make a living. It was a beautiful sunny day, not too warm, with a cooling breeze that hinted, but not yet threatened, rain. The house definitely conveyed the wealth of the family who lived there. A small stone manor of about 8 bedrooms, and two wings, with at least six individual rooms on the first floor. By ar