7

LOLA moans slightly, close to swooning from the thrill of his warm lips touching her skin.

Then HAROLD casually slips his hand up her skirt.  LOLA, dangerously teetering on the precipice of a carnal abyss, regains her balance and summons the strength to stop him.

                         LOLA
                (softly murmurs)
       Now, now, Mr. Nicholas… You're 
       getting a little too acquainted.

She places his errant hand on her lap and holds onto it for safekeeping.

                        HAROLD
               (feigning surprise, 
                smiling)
       I had you pegged for a student of 
       World Geography?
 
                         LOLA
       Of what?  World Geography?  What's 
       that got to do with anything?
 
                        HAROLD
       You know, "Roman" hand and "Russian" 
       finger.