Her World Turned Turtle

Candles were lit. The table set for two with Champagne cooling in the ice bucket. Waiters were hovering in the distance. She sat alone waiting for him to show up. In hushed tones the waiter said ...'we are closing up ma'am'!

Just then he walked through the glass doors.

She looked aghast at his appearance, crossed dressed. Low cut blousel, skirt upto ankles, painted face. In disbelieve, she stared!