ROS -HOMEWORK

Caroline slipped from the party and seeing an open door glided  through it into an elegantly furnished  room which she decided was the hostess' boudoir. The room glowed softly. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and  purred with satisfaction..  Her figure was svelte, her dress clung to her taut frame in just the right places.  "Not bad for - 45", she whispered.  She couldn't admit,  even to herself, her real age.   She settled down in front of the mirror and began to rhythmically brush her thick glossy hair.  It rippled down over her shoulders. But suddenly an overhead light was snapped on bathing the room in a hrsh glare. Caroline recoiled in horror. The smooth skin which had  reflected back  in the half light was replaced by an altogether less attractive and more wrinkled version.; an image Caroline denied herself daily.  "Turn the light off",   she screamed.  The unseen hand obeyed and her more youthful face re-emerged.

Caroline trembled from the trauma.  Was this how Neil saw her?  She must take urgent action.  The consultation with the plastic surgeon must be brought forward immediately.  In the meantime she must employ all her charms and skill to protect her situation. She thought of the luscious Gerda circling the room.  Caroline knew she was attracted to Neil.  Who wouldn't be? But what of him? She had better get back to the party quickly.  She took her few deep breaths to calm her shattered nerves and with a few deft strokes  adjusted her make up, pouting her thinning lips as she applied the gloss.  A  quick burst of J'adore and armed with her most seductive smile, she was ready to return to the fray.

Caroline scanned the room and soon alighted on Neil and, as she feared, he was engaged in animated conversation with that, that tramp, Gerda. Caroline sashayed across the room and slipped her hand proprietorially through Neil's arm.

"I hope you didn't miss me, darling" breathed Carline, planting a kiss on his cheek. " Gerda, you won't mind if I spirit Neil away, will you? There is someone who is dying to meet him. With a rueful smile, and barely a backward glance, Neil dutfully allowed himself to be steered away. Gerda took a leisurely sip of her champagne as she perused the room deciding  where to launch her next attack.