Get It Straight, Or Say Good Night

Breaking the Bank

John and the lads never listen to Brian so tonight was no different they said they would hit the hay early but they didn't. They surmised that they were allowed to, they were grown-ups not kids and they make the cash why not splash it about and party up a storm.

It is the last night in The Great Land of Oz and it deserved a send-off of stellar proportions.

Stepping over a sleeping George, John had taken his time tonight.

John wasn't sure if he should up the ante, push his luck.

Lou had once again caught him red handed on her return from being off in another room sorting Eve for bed.

John was surrounded, chatting up a harem of overly touchy-feely ladies and Louise was not pleased, the scowl, those eyes.

She had every right to be angry of course, they had been intimate that very afternoon and he had promised more when he had pressed his lips seductively against her ear before the last show.

Louise had then sat arms crossed, pouty lips with a big drink in her hand, watching the evening unfold around her, watching Paul's fingers wander, George drink too much and Ringo dance alone even though he was in the centre of another bevy of ladies.

And she waited, maybe not patiently, but she did sit, waiting, trying to temper her look, trying desperately not to look like a pinched face grumpy wife that filled her insides with turmoil, that choked her up with fear.

She waited.

She waited for John to extract himself from the circle of bosoms surrounding him.

His kisses of apology fell on her cheeks as she sat rigidly in place, fingers grasped around the stem tightly, the liquid swaying away.

All the while she sat, wanting to pour it over his head, all the while wanting him to beg.

Louise was a tricky bird, weren't they all, she could blow hot and cold in mere seconds. John toyed with her hair and touched her lips, her cheeks, fingers tracing down her neck to her collarbone. Like a doll she sat and it grated on him til it dawned on him it was like breaking into a bank.

If he could crack the safe he would be able to take the diamonds.

Louise would crack.

She would. He just needed time.

Lou was enjoying his attention.

Yet all the while, she was unmoving, unresponsive... uncooperative.

And she was especially enjoying the fact that she was doing nothing, absolutely nothing at all; and he was all over her.

With her. Kissing her. Teasing her with his lips and they, ...... all those silly little girls, stood aside and watched him focus all his energy, on her.

He wandered away for a drink and, on his return he sensed a change, her eyes softer, wider, lips less line and more tilt.. like they held a secret.

Then she stood and while all those little girls watched she stepped up, took his newly poured drink from his hand, sculled it down, turned on her heel. The cream dress was tight against her skin, the curves of her body accentuated as she moved away from him, making him watch her body sway in all those delicious ways he enjoyed.

He watched mesmerised. Her backside, her legs, the hair all teased over one shoulder.

She paused, a delicate hand on the door handle waiting for something. Paused hovering. Her body moving ever so slightly. Ever so small was the movement that with a blink he would have missed the signal, the sign.