Guess You Had To Be There

In a sultry, feigned French accent, Caroline asked “Mon Cher, perhaps you wish to see my boudoir?” Mick played along, “You want to show me your boudoir?! How ‘bout we go to your bedroom instead?” She laughed, playfully led him upstairs to her huge master bedroom suite. She sat him on a fainting couch, made him wait as she changed in her dressing room. Caroline reappeared in a white satin negligee. Fists on hips, she licked her lips, gave him a pouty smile, blew him a kiss. She gave her best impression of a model on a runway, placed one foot in front of the other to provocatively exaggerate her hip sway. Caroline saw desire in Mick’s eyes. She liked the sense of power. She slinked toward him, tried to turn so the material dramatically twirled. Instead, she stumbled, collapsed into his arms. Caroline stepped on his toes, but she broke his heart.