He offers a drink and ogles her ring. <br />She rings a number, but says not a thing. <br /> <br />He orders champagne to be sent upstairs. <br />She sends a message, he waits unawares. <br /> <br />He pats the bed as he shrugs off his coat. <br />She removes rings then pats her dry throat. <br /> <br />He plans the theft swiftly without delay. <br />She knows the real plan is going her way. <br /> <br />He frowns when aware she knows of his game. <br />She makes him aware 'P.C.' Smith is her name. <br /> <br />He tries to bluff when he knows he is caught. <br />She catches her breath and waits for support. <br /> <br />He jumps at the sound of the door bursting wide. <br />She burst out commands when he tries to hide. <br /> <br />He oozes sweat as he's taken away. <br />She oozes style in her 'touch of class' way. <br /> <br />The End........<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/touch-of-class-sequel/
