Dealt New Cards

Part 2

 

Ace up a Satin Sleeve

Dealt New Cards

 

 

At the end of our last episode the thief had put knockout drops in her wealthy victim's wine and as they were asleep had stripped them of their glittering valuables reluctantly leaving the girls still clad in their ultra-expensive gowns.

 

She should have by all means left at that point, for the two girls who had unwarily invited a stranger to their secret rendezvous, had been tauntingly wearing a tad bit over £70,000 in jewels between them. All now in the thief’s possession.

 

But back at her sports car, she began having second doubts.

 

But taking a couple of steps back, let us join the thief at the point she was leaving with just the unfortunate young ladies’ jewellery. And she what may have happened if she had followed a different path.

 

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From the female thief’s point of view.

 

Stripped of their jewels I now pondered over lifting off their fancy gowns. instead, I elected to just take the sleeping girl's fancy designer purses and head off, bird in hand.

 

So swinging the purses happily I made my way to the sports coupe and hid all

My ill-gotten gains in my sports coupe’s boot.

 

Closing it I looked back over towards the gazebo and let out a long sigh.

 

I could see Lilly’s pricey rhinestone belt shining and shimmering around her waist, filling me with a shivering desire as it beckons to me like a moth to the flame.

 

I had tried not to be obviously drooling over it, but it had looked so irresistibly pretty on young Lilly that it had been hard not to. As had the rest of her simply sumptuous attire, not to mention Cadies also.

 

A thought, like a dog worrying an old shoe, would not let me go.

“I would probably never have another opportunity like this again.”

 

Was it with it to make a few quid more?

 

I muttered under my breath

“Buggard Bloody well scrump it all anyway and just do it.”

 

I quickly ran back to the pair of passed-out pretty ones whose only remaining valuables were the expensively fancy designer clothes on their backs.

 

I knew a back alley shop in London that would gladly take any designer clothes off my hands for a nice profit, never any questions asked.

 

Quick now I scolded myself, if you must. But only what the girls were wearing would be valuable enough to be worth the risk I was taking.

 

I passed up Lilly and went straight to my young “Chocolate Delight”.

 

I first pulled off her silver gemstone pumps.

 

Cadie did not stir as I leaned over her svelte figure, reaching behind her and untied the small bow of her tingly-feeling glossy gown’s attached satin sash, then unzipped her dress.

 

I then lifted her from the stairs and laid her down on the polished floor of the gazebo.

 

I gently pull the thicke gown with its shiny rhinestone trimmings down over her shoulders and then off her arms.

 

Then pulled it easily from her waist over her legs and off.

 

Lifting the expensively soft gown with its rhinestone trimmings, I folded it over my arm while looking down at Cadie, now clad only in a thin pricey full silk slip of chocolate brown that nicely outlined the subtle bumps and curves of her passed-out figure. The young imp was daringly not wearing a bra!

 

With wicked intentions I reached over and fondled her hot breasts, watching with bated breath as her hard nipples raised in twin points under her slip.

 

She never stirred.

 

I decided to stop there and not remove the fancy slip from her naked body.

 

It had been all too easy, and quick.

 

Reinforced, I turned and faced the bench that doll faced Lilly was passed out on.

 

I went over and carefully folded the gown before gently laying it upon the bench.

 

I bent down and pulled off Lilly’s fancy red leather high heels.

 

Reaching up I undid the rhinestone clasp of Lilly’s belt and attempted to pull it off like I was doing one of those easy-looking belt lifts professional pickpockets do that I’ve seen performed on the Telly.

 

After a couple of telltale tugs, I managed to pull and tug off the shimmering rhinestone belt from around her thin waist.

 

An easy lift? Balderdash….

 

I then went reaching behind Lilly, slumped her forward, and as her head laid on my shoulder, unbuttoned the black of her ultra soft satin blouse and unzipped her far too shiny silk skirt. I leaned her back against the bench and pulled off her blouse, I saw a glint of gold around her throat. A thin gold chain was there hanging, its end caught in her Lacey red brassier.

 

How had I missed that?

 

I undid the chain and lifted it. A small round diamond of a full carat came out flashing.

 

After I stuffed away the prize, I peeled off her long silk skirt and gathered it up with the blouse and gown.

 

Leaving her only clad in The red bra that held her plumply youthful breasts, and the long black half-slip hanging limply down from her naked waist.

 

Taking the clothes and shoes, I turned and headed back out.

 

All the while chastising myself for letting my greed-ridden desires get the best of me.

 

I threw the richly designer-created pile of clothes in the back of my coup’s jump-seat

 

I was totally bursting out at the seams over the successful playing out of my long-held trump card,

 

Then my hot euphoria was quickly, coldly doused out.

 

I spotted the twin headlamps of a car slowly approaching from down the road. Opposite of the way I came in.

 

There was nothing for it, I had no time to escape.

 

Locking the coupe, I ducked back into the tall shrubs lining the fence.

 

“Ruddy hell, am I nicked? Is my played ace now going to be trumped?”

 

I watch as an expensive, black Mercedes motorcar slowly pulls in, crunching on the gravel.

 

I chastised myself for being greedy. If I had just been happy with just taking their jewels, I would have been long gone, idiot!

 

The door opens and a lone figure elegantly alights. Her shimmering dress poured fetchingly down along her figure. A satin kimono-clad figure I knew.

 

It was non-other than the errant Ginny. And she had come alone…

 

My mood brightened considerably.

“Hold on, what have we here?”

 

Her mouth-watering emerald jewelry was flickering, as was the handsome rhinestone-outlined dragon on the front of her expensive black satin kimono-style gown.

 

If I thought the diamonds poor Cadie had so unluckily flaunted were valuable. The emeralds that Ginny was wearing came a close second( if one added in the emerald-laden necklace I had found in Craig’s pocket), with little Lilly’s rubies a farther back third.

 

To say that this turn of events had taken my breath away was an understatement. My heart was now beating so hard it was surreal. The thought came to me that if it had been my Chocolate Delight’s mum coming here checking on her offspring, I probably would be having a heart attack!

 

Ginny swishes her way towards the gate, looking at my sports coupe in passing.

 

She says to herself, loud enough to catch my ear.

“That necklace-lifting prig Craig is still here, but who does this belong to? “

 

She disappeared through the gate and I sprang into action, having decided I had two major options, and I was choosing the more risky, but far more profitable, one.

 

Going to my coupe I opened the boot and from my burgling kit pulled out my knit head mask, torch, gloves, a pair of steel handcuffs in a plastic baggie(no fingerprints), and my ultra-sharp reliable Fairbairn–Sykes military dagger, along with a small leather satchel.

 

I sagely did not fully close the coupes boot.

 

Putting up my long hair, I slipped the mask over my head, put on the gloves, placed the handcuffs and torch in the satchel, and carried the knife with me.

 

Then I went to the back of the other two cars and punctured their back tyres with the strong blade of my Fairbairn. The hissing was then thankfully not loud enough to reach my intended victim’s jewel-laden ears.

 

Now In full prowler mode, I slinked back in through the cemetery gates.

 

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I saw the puzzled Ginny at the pavilion, trying unsuccessfully to wake up the knicker-clad girls. She then picked up the bottle of wine and sniffed the remnants.

 

Acquiring Ginny’s jewels while she was in a knockout drop-induced sleep was out of the question. I was just going to have to be rude and have her deal with being robbed of her tantalizing jewels the old fashion way, via a commoner’s stick-up.

 

I circled back around to just behind the pavilion, nearby where I had left Craig.

 

I could see Ginny still looking around, confused and wondering. She had had not time yet to realize she may be in peril.

 

Using a low raspy voice I called out….

 

“Help …”

 

I saw her freeze, then look around into the shadows.

 

“Ginny…help me…!”

 

She heard me clearly say that. And lifting the front of her gown, hurried off around the pavilion.

 

She dropped the hemline of her gown as she reached the shadows of a small patch of trees.

 

I perked up.

 

There is something immensely scintillating and special in watching a pretty lady wearing a sexy slithering gown and uncannily sparkling jewels, walking out all alone late at night, whether it be sinister woods, dark alley, or foggy waterfront. When I see that in a movie I always feel a twinge of peril, whether it’s true or not.

 

Maybe that’s why so many old movies film sequences like that, even if it adds little to the plot.

 

Tonight though, it added very much to my wicked intentioned plot.

 

I watched her come out from the shadows, the sheen of her sexy long satin kimono with the lime green inner lining Ginny was wearing took my breath away as it was picked up in the moonlit gravestone-filled clearing. Her emeralds started sparkling in a mad frenzy as the moon’s light ratted them out.

 

She spied Craig, all trussed up, and gasped, placing a richly ring-bearing hand

to her mouth, and what I was sure was a briskly beating heart as the other covered a plump tight dress-covered breast.

 

That was when I began to sneak up behind her. My own heart beating as the silky sheen of her long gown called out to the thief in me.

 

Even if I hadn’t seen that she was wearing jewels, I would have known she had to have been wearing them, just by the way that pretty gown was so expensively pouring along her youthful figure. No lady would do such a disservice by wearing a gown that luxurious without the added effect of wearing with it her best sparklers.

 

A further case in point:

How the ill-fated Cadie had been wearing such a wickedly pretty chocolate brown satin gown tonight, her mum had insisted she must wear wickedly valuable diamonds to go with it.

 

Reaching my unwary victim, I stuck the round end of my torch into her sleek back I felt her stiffen, and I snarled…

 

“Right my pretty lady, ‘ere now, just clam up, and drop your purse. Good girl. Now put up your hands where I can see ‘em”

 

 

She obeyed , her whole figure quivering as she raised her hands. The magnificent emeralds hanging down from her wrists and worn on her fingers, glittered with stark brilliance in the light of the full moon.

 

Then she actually asked…

“Wha…what is it you want from me?”

 

I whistled. Then said in a raspy commanding tone as I spelled it out to her….

“Luv, Where did you come from? Right, YOU know what I want. Those sparklers that you’re wearing. Shouldn’t be out walking alone wearing ‘em, that’s your mistake. Word to the wise, one’s bound to attract the wrong kind of notice wearing out expensive jewellery while walking out all alone... So now, There will be no trouble, right my pretty lady?!”

 

She nodded complacently, I knew I had her in hand.

 

I prodded her shiny back, saying…

 

“Okay. First step. I’m taking a fancy to that simply lovely gown you have on. So peel it off. Lady…!”

 

She miserably obeyed, reaching up and unzipping her satin gown, letting it slide off her figure, falling in an inky black and lime green pool down around her feet. Her showy bracelets and rings glittered quite like wildfire as she did do.

 

She was quivering though it was a warm night, but in her defense, she was clad only in a thin satiny long lime green full slip.

 

Then trembling, she raised her hands back up over her head without being told. How overly obedient we British are.

 

“Ok, drop those hands and hold them behind you.”

 

Ginny did. I looked at her flashy jewels.

 

With my free hand I ripped off her fine emerald bracelets and yanked off her three emerald cocktail rings from her left hand, and a diamond ring from the index finger of her right.

 

Once I finished with that task I pulled out my handcuffs

 

“Hold steady pretty lady, and keep your hands locked behind you.”

 

I put one end around her right wrist.

 

Ginny bulked at the feel of cold steel.

 

“Easy now.”

 

I attached the other end to encircle her left wrist

“Lose the Sandals lady”

 

She kicked off her gleaming silver rhinestone sandals with emerald buckles.

 

“Is that everything lady? “

 

She slightly shook her head yes, I knew she was trying to keep me from seeing her long earrings hidden under her waxy silken locks of hair.

 

“Well let’s hope you’re not lying, that’s no way to conduct a business transaction like ours.”

 

With my teeth, I pulled off the glove of my free hand

 

I then thoroughly patted down her warm figure encased in her ultra-soft slip lime green slip. Finding nothing but confirmation of my earlier guess that indeed, she, like her girlfriend Cadie, wore no brassiere holding down her shapely breasts.

 

“Disappointed honey, that you didn’t wear a necklace with such a pretty outfit?”

 

She stood stone still.

 

I pulled back her hair. She began to quiver as I saw clearly, her bright hanging emerald gemmed earrings.

 

Again I whistled.

“Not good lady, holding out is never smart. But I don’t blame you for trying, they are pretty. Still, I’ll be having them of course “

 

From behind I pulled back her long hair and pulled off each of the Long emerald earrings. As well as popping out a two-carat diamond stud from her left ear.

 

Ok, turn let’s around.

 

I stayed behind her as she did, holding my torch to her back. I had her move to the front of an ancient funeral coach horse-hitching post.

 

I undid one cuff and re-locked it through the rusty hitching ring.

 

“Sit her, and keep quiet.

 

Quickly I backed up, then reached down and Picked up the gown and shoes I said …

 

“Thanks, lady!”

 

And backed away.

 

Once past the pavilion, I took the long way around so she wouldn’t catch any sight of me

 

Reaching the green sports coupe, I threw everything in the boot, including my mask, and shut it securely.

 

Then I pulled off and tossed away the branch covering my plate, hoped in, gave a lift to the engine, and, probably too quickly, pulled out.

 

I went back the way I came.

 

Daringly going down the road for a full kilometre before activating my headlamps.

 

I then, finally let myself have a proper breath knowing I indeed, had gotten away with a delicious little haul.

 

As I drove on I mulled over the night's serendipity of events, and the risks I had taken. But it has all been well worth it.

 

The only nagging bit was the thought of what it has been Cadie’s mum instead of Ginny coming alone there tonight that I still had implanted in my head.

 

I found myself literally drooling at the thought of that expensively wrapped in sky blue taffeta lady invitingly wearing expensive jewellery approaching me.

 

Then a eureka moment exploded into my thought, pushing it out of my head.

 

I immediately pulled the coupe over and tried to clear my head to really get a grasp on envisioning this new revelation.

 

I had Cadie’s purse and her twin’s wallet. So I had their parent's address, and possibly even a passkey.

 

Their parents should be home by now and undressed in bed asleep. There should be no worries over their offspring who it appeared went out late to the cemetery all the time.

 

My collection of victims at said cemetery would be out for quite a bit, the only wild card was Ginny. But even if she worked free somehow, she would have to travel by bare feet, and even if she got a ride, one would imagine instinct would be for her to head to her own house first.

 

And the real temptation that gave some credence to my wild idea of really stretching the limits of my luck further tonight….?

 

The scent of £100,000 in dazzling diamonds and sapphires I knew were somewhere very close by…..

 

I pulled back into the road. My mind is racing. I spotted the area by the bridge I had pulled into to doctor the wine bottle. I screeched In. Then I do a quick search to locate Cadie’s purse. I pulled Craig’s billfold from the front of my dress.

 

Quickly I went through them. First finding what looked like a pass key. Then in both note-thick wallets, I found their licenses with the same address. My heart leaped. I had seen the road on my way outside the village. It wasn’t hard to miss since it identified an area of large estates. I already knew the manor itself to be located on the cemetery side of the woods.

 

My heart was beating fast, my fingers began the familiar tingling they have in the presence of a score. My adventures this very early morning were far from over. Though the risks were far greater, especially considering all the mischief I had already been up to.

 

But I needed to grab hold of my horses, my emotions, this was not a sure thing. They not only had to be home but asleep for this to even get off the ground. But It wouldn’t hurt to have a quick drive by and take a look now, would it?

 

Excitedly I got my sports car back

On the Abbots Chase and drove to the village turn off. The village was six Kilometers away. The road to the estates was 3 kilometers, which meant that there was probably that much area of forest between my objective and the cemetery directly behind it.

 

I turned off on the road where the estates were located, the one I was looking for was on my driver's side. All of the estates on that side were larger, about two hectares in size, with wide swatches of woods on either boundary, isolating them from their neighbors on either side of the large houses with their gardens and well-manicured lawns that made up each of the estates.

 

I drove past the stone manor house that matched the address I was seeking. There was a black sedan in the driveway. A light was one in a front room that had a curved bowed window.

 

“Not perfect,” I told myself, yet knowing I was going to try and have a closer look if I could.

 

One more house then I reached the end of the road. In the woods, there was a turnaround with a few lonely cars parked off on a convenient residential overflow side lot.

 

That was as good an omen as I’d ever seen. The Lady’s blazing Sapphires were that much closer to becoming mine.

 

I backed in at the end of the row.

 

Grabbing my satchel I emptied it into the boot. Packing mask, gloves, torch, and dagger. I walked out making sure my long hair hung a bit so it concealed one side of my face.

 

I slipped into the shadows of the woods that lined the backyards of the estates. Knowing that the cemetery lay on the opposite side made it all more dangerously chilling. I walked through thanking the moon for being out in full that evening. I turned and skirted the woods behind the first estate then reaching the patch that separated the two estates I cut up a few feet in and stopped. I was watching the garden-filled backyard of my targeted manor house.

 

Then, putting on a mask and gloves, I edged along the woods studying the house. It was a two-story old stone building constructed on the grounds of a former estate a few years after the war. There were no lights on upstairs

 

On the backside was a long atrium-style sun room. Outside that was a back patio that overlooked the huge backyard. It was on the patio that I first heard voices

before they came into view.

 

I kept going through the woods until I saw them sprawled out on lounge chairs

 

The svelte lady was unmistakable Cadie’s Mum. She was sitting next to an actually rather common-looking bearded bloke. He resembled a specimen one would find as an Oxford don. So it was hard to picture what he does for a living to account for the family's wealth.

 

Maybe inherited, on both sides?

 

She was drinking wine, he had a bourbon. They were cuddling into one another as they watch the moon and stars, facing the yard and gardens. The gardens are open house side but surrounded by hedges on the other 3, with the end facing the woods.

 

The Husband Is dressed in a bronze-coloured smoking jacket, black satin night pants, and a long cigar smoldering in an ebony ashtray. An expensive bourbon bottle is next to it, along with a long thin, solid gold box of matches.

 

Pretty Mum is wearing an absolutely adorable long heavy purple satin nightgown, with a cowlick top, that could almost pass for an evening gown. The gown’s rich sheen added to her desirable sexuality. A matching robe is spread out on the lounge chair. Hair is luxuriously still up, the thin sapphire tiara sparkling. Her only other Jewellery is her remaining brightly flickering gemmed rings. She is drinking wine, white.

 

Then as I watched in awe, she removed the tiara and shook down her hair. Then rather sexily sucked off her rings. Laying them out on the small table with the gold matchbox. All laid out right next to the heavy ebony ashtray.

 

So close and yet so far.

 

But I was close enough to them in the woods on that side to clearly hear them talking.

 

I was not surprised to overhear that they had been discussing the missing pinkie ring.

 

I listened close with my heart palpating, for several reasons.

 

Her husband was saying….

 

“Honey don’t fret, it will probably turn up after cleaning.

 

She answered with an upbeat voice.

 

“Of course you are right. Though I’ll have to ask Cadence and Craig, they seem to have that knack for finding my lost jewelry. I just wish I wasn’t such a klutz about such things. It’s always something that happens to me .”

 

“Where are the twins? They’re not home yet…”

 

"Probably out with their friends. My the three girls, Cadence, Lilly, and Ginny looked breathtaking tonight."

 

"As did you my love. And Cadie really wore those diamonds of yours well this evening."

 

He leaned over and began doing that kissing thing couples preparing for a romp in the hay. With such an enthusiastic manner in play, I knew my time burgling their manor was now severely going to be limited.

 

I had heard and seen enough. I started sneaking through the woods retracing my steps back for the front door.

 

I left the woods and running across the ribbon of cut lawn, plastered myself against the side wall, then inched my way to the front door. All was quiet out front. I made it to the door and as my excitement mounted, inserted the pass key and turned it. The lock clicked and I turned the knob, opening the door, ready to bolt if needed.

 

Nothing happened.

 

The house was obedient, staying quiet inside. I slipped in, closing the door behind me. I looked around. I was in a large living room with two rooms off either side. I could see a crack of light coming from what I thought had from the outside looked like a den. On the back of a comfy couch hung a mink wrap. Her designer evening purse was on the seat.

 

In front of me was a wide staircase leading upstairs. I could see the doors of the bedrooms along an open corridor.

 

I bolted to the staircase and nimbly sprinted upstairs.

 

There was a double door at the top, which I correctly guessed was the master suite as I entered.

 

I let the pencil-thin beam of my torch sweep the elegant furnishings of the room.

 

On a side table, I found the Father's gold money clip fat with bills, a gold lighter, and an opened gold cigar case all conveniently laid out for the picking.

 

I scooped them up as I completed my sweep. Soon finding my objective laid out upon an old oak dresser.

 

The sapphires and diamonds were doing their amazing sparkle of a dance upon the dresser. But then £185,000 Worth of jewellery does that. For I had now realized with adrenaline-pumping excitement that my original estimate of the mum’s collection as seen from across the room had been grossly underestimated.

 

Her stunning gown was laid out on the satin cover of the bed situated In between me and the dresser.

 

I went over and stuffed her gown on top of my satchel, this one was mine.

 

I left the master suite with one other quick stop in mind.

 

I checked the other rooms on the floor. Three were both guest rooms. The fourth door led up to a third level. I sprinted up the stairs. There In The converted Attic were two doors. The first I opened was the twin brother’s room. Nothing I wanted there. The good stuff would be in his twin sister’s boudoir, which is what I was wasting precious time searching for.

 

I went inside the other room.

 

This was my target, the bedroom having the titillating feeling of obviously being a wealthy girl’s lair.

 

A fancy dresser was off to one side with a 3 drawer jewel case. I went over but the drawers contained only gold, silver, and rhinestones. I empty them anyway.

 

Next to the box, in a sterling silver frame, was a black and white photo of a younger Cadie, standing next to an ancient stone fence, looking coyly over her shoulder at the camera. She was breathtaking in a formal black satin gown and white pearls.

 

It was so adorable that I snatched it up for a trophy.

 

Now, in the centre of the room was a four-poster queen bed with chocolate brown satin sheets. On one pillow was laid out a stark white satin night dress. I went over and pulling off to one side the elegant night dress, I slipped my fingers under the satin-covered pillow.

 

My fingers felt the rewarding touch of two objects. One is a soft silken jewel satchel. I pulled out both and discovered the other was a small locked leather diary.

 

I unzipped the satchel and found it had two sections.

 

In one was nestled a darling set of expensively gleaming white pearls.

 

The other side held a collection of petite diamond jewelry!

 

I whistled.

 

So this is what Cadie had been originally going to wear out this evening. The diamonds were pretty, and worth a nice bit, £30,000. but rather too dainty. Though no burglar worth their salt would have passed this pricey “Ice” up, but If my young Cadence (my chocolate delight) had been wearing these sparklers out, with no broach, I may have just passed them by as I was leaving after the bridal toss. I shook my head at the wonder of it all.

 

The pearls were worth about £8000, I was very glad she had not worn them.

 

My night would have been considerably less profoundly profitable if she had.

 

“Pretty.”

 

Is all I said while with wicked intent I added the silken satchel to my haul. Then the diary and white satin nightdress were placed on top, the leather satchel was now overflowing.

 

 

I quickly scurried out and down the steps.

 

I listened at the door, all was quiet.

 

I Skedaddled

 

No time for a proper burgle.

 

I snatch up the purse and pulled off the mink wrap.

 

I went back out the front figuring the owners would be coming in soon through the back.

 

I made it to the woods. Hearing grunts and moans I peeked out to the patio as I passed. I was right about one thing, just wrong about the location.

 

The mum was leaning over her husband wearing only the open robe, her long hair hanging down, covering both their faces.

 

I could hear naked sweaty flesh smacking against naked sweaty flesh, along with a backdrop of animalistic grunts.

 

The luscious purple satin nightgown had been taken off and lay on the floor partially hanging down over the outside of the deck.

 

Laying down my stolen goods I daringly sprinted across in a crouching posture, and reaching the deck easily slipped off the lovely thing. Then reaching up I liberated the small table of the gold matchbox, the thin sapphire tiara, and the flashy rings the mum had taken off. I did not bother to take a puff of the cigar.

 

The sounds of their lovemaking covered up my actions. My nose caught the mixed smells of alcohol, stale cigar smoke, expensive perfume, and sweaty sex.

 

I backed myself into the woods, collected my stash, and headed off. The couple on the deck never missed a beat with their lovemaking.

 

I made it to the back woods reclaimed my stash, and circled my way back out retracing my steps. Smiling behind my mask as I finally reached the still-deserted parking area where my coupe was waiting.

 

I stood watch in the woods as I removed my mask.

 

All was happily quiet.

 

I slipped out of the shadows and went to my sports coupe. Opening the boot I tossed in my full satchel. Along with my mask and gloves. I wrapped the Mink around my shoulders and got in the driver's side.

 

Again giving life to the engine I left by driving slowly past the estates, Cadie’s house was still dark except for that window in the front room. The manor was holding close onto its’ undiscovered secrets.

 

I reached the turn, and proceeded through the silent village, forcing myself to do so at a crawl.

 

Once out on an open road, I went at a more reasonable pace along the remainder of the old road.

 

It wasn’t till I reached the highway leading out that I gunned the engine into life and made good my giddy escape.

 

££££££££££

 

It wasn’t until Monday, as I finished the business I had in London, that I stopped at a little village on my way home for afternoon tea. It was there that I pulled out Cadie’s leather diary, easily picking the lock the day before. I re-read through the crisp handwritten notes, gaining insights into the wealthy girl’s thoughts and desires. Learning some rather interesting tidbits of her life, and the rather intriguing games that her and her brother shared with their friends.

 

I had been smiling to myself, expectantly licking my red lips.

 

For I knew stolen jewellery would be replaced once the insurance was paid out. New, luxuriously breathtaking gowns were to be purchased.

 

I had hoped to glean information from the diary for a future burglary. Which I did. But as I read on, I thought about playing some games of me own devices with the insights I was gaining into Miss Cadie’s personal life.

 

Apparently the group liked to role-play at being pickpockets.

 

Rather telling considering all that I had pulled over them.

 

And after a cooling off for a period of a year or two, I could easily make use of the information in the little leather diary to lure out yet again Jewel-laden Miss Cadie, possibly along with her wealthy girlfriends as well, into a second profitable trap.

 

But no way as profitable as the trap I had sprung on them over the weekend.

 

I closed the diary and felt a deliciously delightful chill of excitement sweep over me.

 

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