She smiled knowingly as he placed his hand gently on her thigh. Gradually, his hand crept towards her lap, but she pushed it away.
"Go on," he pleaded. His hand crept up her thigh again.
"No." She pushed the hand away again.
The pantomime repeated twice more then suddenly she smacked the back of his hand hard.
"Ow!" he said. "That hurt!"
"I warned you," she said. "You've eaten all of your fish and chips. What's here is all mine."