Perile, Come She Will

Perile, Come She Will

This is where he said to meet; did she have the wrong address? It was in a part of town unknown to her, and she had gotten lost. The nice young man at the service station she had stopped at had most kindly given her directions.

The area was bit seedy, and dirty, and ……were the dance club, The Rapscallion he had called it.

Maybe it was at the end of this alley, she wondered, and moved to go down it…… but faltered, as the alleys’ dark passageway rather put her off. She thought it over, and as she did her mind went to last weekend….

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It had been the charming young stranger she had met last week who had suggested they meet tonight, and he had given her directions to a dance parlor he had called Rapscallion. Private he said, not even listed, he had told her, but well worth the visit, he had promised her.

 

Still standing in front of the dark alley, She shivered delightfully as she relived it all. She had met him last Saturday at her Cousin Sarah’s wedding. reception.

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He had come up to her, quite shyly, and had meekly asked for a dance, as though her denying him would be pure devastation to his being.

 

The name he had whispered in her ear as they had dance was Hallowick, Robin Hallowick, mimicking a James Bond Movie.

 

It had been wonderful and she had had the time of her life. The only blemish was the diamond clasp form her satin cape, turning up missing, they had looked for it everywhere. She still held out hope that it would still be found. He himself had been ever so devastated over her losing the expensive piece, almost as bad as she had felt. She had covered her own feelings and tried to ease his mind, saying she had several more at home in her collection.

 

It was then Robin had suggested he repay the wonderful time he had had by taking her out for an evening of dancing at the exclusive club called Rapscallion . She had never heard of it, or her cousin. He had invited them both, but unfortunately her cousin Sarah would be on her Honeymoon.

 

He had said to her, looks like just me and you kid, a devilish smile spreading across his face, and she had absolutely just melted on the spot. Sarah, who was always worrying over her, had urged her to accept his offer, not that she had needed much prodding from anyone. Accepting, he had kissed her hand, and then had her write down the address for a promised romantic evening( her belief) . He then, speaking French, had bid her “un au revoir fond”, and had left for an urgent business appointment.

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So that evening she had anxiously driven into the city, literally squirming in her seat the whole hour long trip

 

She now shivered with excitement, but then remembering the the area she was in, she turned back to the street as she wistfully looked at her Rolex; she had been waiting for almost 30 minutes. She decided to walk a little ways down the alley, but if she found nothing there….. she decided to head home. She did so hate to leave her house empty for very long. She had given her 3 servants the night off with the anticipation of some extracurricular activities with the charming Robin Hallowick.

 

Then she saw a figure detached itself from the shadows, oh good, she thought, a local, perhaps he can help me?

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Please follow Perile for more adventures down a quite crooked path.

 

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