Shady Lady

He watched her, that incredibly annoying – yet deliciously done-up (he’d like to be the one to unbutton her, he would) – lady detective as she moved stealthily through the shadows. He just couldn’t seem to shake her trail. Or, he thought as he glared at her pausing to listen in the passage, maybe she’d figured out more than he’d bargained for? And how in damnation did she move so silently across the stones in those dangerous high heels? 

From the top of her head (on which a fetching French blue vintage 1940s hat perched), on down her cute little tweed jacket, past that slinky caramel leather pencil skirt and the sexy fishnet stockings, to the tip of her black suede pumps, she was a piece of perfection. (Never mind her piquant little face, with the big eyes that caught too much, and kissable lips that asked too many pointed questions.) 

And then he saw something else that made him draw a sharp breath – something else far more dangerous than those curves. It instantly made him wriggle further back into the niche, behind a colossal statue of St George defeating a dragon or something or other. Peripherally he noticed she was wearing pretty sky-blue vintage gloves (he was an observant man, and he liked to keep abreast of ladies’ fashions), and clasped in an ominously determined-looking grip was—a Colt .38 revolver! And, he suspected grimly, she was fully prepared to use it on him ...

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Many thanks to my friend Sapphire for yet another guest appearance on SNAP. See Sebastien Hart’s last collaboration with her here.