The Ascot Thief: Part II
Posted on 12 February 2013
Ascot and the Beauty
I awake from my slumber to the warmth of another body; however, it is not Bentley’s. “Good morning, darling” she says to me in a sultry tone, reminiscent of the sounds of saxophones in smoke-filled jazz clubs. After a soft reply I pause for a moment and ponder the woman next to me. A jewel so admired for her beauty that she causes men and time to stand still (a handy trait, indeed).
I scoot out of bed and put the kettle on for my morning cup of Joe. Bentley greets me and gently paws at my feet. I proceed to get dressed in my Sunday best- as the majority of people today will- and tighten my lucky ascot tie around my neck. “Come on, let’s get going.” she softly, yet sternly demands. The woman’s name is Sophia. She’s my partner in crime, and a good one at that.
The Great Highway
We hop in my 1941 Chevrolet Convertible- a beast of a car- and take the scenic route through the Great Highway towards the Legion of Honor. Sophia takes my ascot and playfully wraps it around her neck, leaving the scent of her perfume. We share a cigarette to calm the nerves. As we drive down 34th, we slow for golfers crossing from the club house to the first hole. Then we glide into the parking lot adjacent to the fountain and wait…
We wait for the perfect time of day, when most people have just finished brunch and are embarking on their Sunday fun day activities. We’ve been scoping the place out for months and know of the many gaps in security. Our moment arrives.