Bond sat there smugly, as a look of ecstasy spread over miss Moneythingies face, the last spoonful of strawberry sorbet disappearing as it slid slowly, provocatively off the silver spoon onto her tongue.....Only fifteen quid he thought...a snip in this backstreet dive that she had dragged him to........
M of course had forbidden any such thing...which was why Bond was there.....the expense accounts were watched over very carefully these days, ever since he had bought the silver plated Aston....
though, it was the platinum cigar lighter installed by Dunhill that pushed the bill over the edge...the final straw that broke the camels back....Oddly enough, miss Camelback....the enemy agent was across the way, and giving miss Moneythingy a knowing look....was that because he had stood her up last night?....another consequence of the curtailed expense account....He cursed all accountants under his breath as he took a pull on his very expensive Churchill Cigar with the gold band.....
As the smoke curled lazily out of his left nostril and drifted slowly toward miss Camelback, who was still across the way, still giving miss Moneythingy a knowing look, though now, as if all life had been drained from her and she looked like a stuffed rabbit.....yes...the expression had not changed in the last ten minutes, he thought as he calculated with his razor sharp mind that he only had to smoke another two hundred cigars and he would have enough gold bands to melt down into a quarter ounce ingot to wear round his neck....
It was of course an act of childish indulgence and defiance, he thought, as he watched the crimson stain run down the front of miss Camelback's crisp white blouse, that definitely was not a remnant of something from the sweet trolley.....again wishing he had not stood her up last night.....feeling that he had missed some sort of opportunity....though what....he will never now know......
"Light me James", miss Moneythingy said....which was an odd request he thought, as she always wore flameproof cotton........