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L'Association Genevoise du Musée des Tramways AGMT fondée le 20 janvier 1973 célèbre en 2023 son cinquantième anniversaire.
La première manifestation commémorative est une exposition "Le Tramway" qui se tient dans un cadre industriel vintage à l'Association pour le Patrimoine Industriel API, Rue du Vuache 25, du lundi au vendredi de 10:00 à 18:00 heures du 12 janvier au 21 avril 2023.
On peut y découvrir de nombreux modèles réduits des tramways genevois et des documents d'archive tels que plaques d'arrêt, de destination ou publicitaire, des uniformes, des affiches d'horaires, des plans et registres techniques, des titres de transport, etc.
Depuis septembre 1988, le premier convoi AGMT Be 4/4 67 + Bi 363 est abrité au dépôt TPG du Bachet de Pesay, sur une voie de garage en cul-de-sac au centre d'une boucle et inutilisée par les mouvements de circulation et de remisage des trams en exploitation régulière.
Les autres véhicules ont pu successivement y trouver place suite à l'élimination par les TPG de ses véhicules de service ferroviaires.
Le convoi Be 4/4 67 + Bi 363 salue au passage les Be 4/4 710, 707 et 724 qui assurent encore, avec une remorque, des services sur les lignes 12 et 21 avant la fin de la livraison de la série des Be 4/6 DAV 802-846 achevée en 1989.
Seule une partie des convois normalisés put profiter du nouveau dépôt du Bachet ouvert en mars 1988.
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The carved house posts supporting the beams inside the Tlingit clan house symbolize the exploits of Duk-toothl, a man of Raven phratry wearing a weasel skin hat who showed his strength by tearing a sea lion in two.
Totem Bight State Historical Site, Ketchikan, Alaska.
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Below are 11 pages of the 50 that make up the document titled "National Register of Historic Places - Inventory Form" dated October 27, 1971, for what was then called Mud Bight Village, the former name for what is known today as Totem Bight State Historical Park in Ketchikan, Alaska.
They're worth reading for an overall description of the site as written by historic-preservation professionals. Where else would one find a Northwest Coast clan house described as "almost Romanesque"?
Ville: Carros
Réseau: Lignes d'Azur
Exploitant: Transdev Alpes Maritimes
Numéro de parc: 110807
Ligne: 22 Carros Pagnol - CADAM Centre Administratif
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Backyard chillout Zone in Yau Tsim Mong ...
November 2015
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This old girl must be around 10 years old now. I've been following her exploits since 2013 and she is starting to show some grey hairs a bit like myself.
I leave you today with this new 1:1 format photograph of my series "My Dreamed Sunset", the most intense sunset in the Albufera of Valencia Natural Park than i have contemplated in all my life. A dream come true.
They were about ten minutes in which the red flooded everything, creating an incredible atmosphere, with red, orange, yellow, pink and blue colors. Just incredible. What do you think about it???
On the technical side, say that I only used a neutral gradient three steps filter.
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"At the end of the path"
Cirque Du Fer à Cheval, Sixt Fer à Cheval, Vallée du Giffre (Hte Savoie)
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Exploiting the food in our kitchen.
Lighting: Lit with a YN560-III in a 24 inch soft box at camera left, and another YN560-III in an 8.6 inch Lastolite soft box at camera right. The lights were to the side and slightly pointed towards the center. I wanted side lighting for the shadows that define shapes and textures. The strobes, in manual mode, were adjusted until I got the look I wanted. I converted the image to black and white using Nik Software's Silver Efex Pro 2.
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"Green Bird"
Les Gorges de la Diozaz, Vallée de Chamonix (Hte Savoie)
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06/04/08
Hm. Day 100.
Not sure where time has gone.
At the same time....I was all excited about making it 100 days (gracefully or not) and a lovely co-worker was kind enough to point out
"You're not even one-third of the way."
Hmmph. Aaaaaannnd now I'm making my pensive face.
Bah. I'm still here, so apparently, I'm stayin'.
P.S. Alternate here. ................and this one HAS candid bra straps. Dammit, now I'm like, all super conscious of them!!!!!!!
Palais des Ducs de Bourgogne à Dijon (France - Bourgogne - Côte d'Or)
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Les VBZ à la dérive!
Après la remise en service commercial des deux motrices historiques Mirage sans arriver à exploiter les lignes avec les convois prévus, une (nouvelle) rupture d'un cardan de transmission sur une motrice Cobra (Be 5/6 3001-3088) en date du 24 décembre 2018 (!) a nécessité trois mois plus tard (!) des mesures d'urgence en vigueur dès le 22 mars 2019 pour une durée indéterminée:
1) réduction de la vitesse maximale des Cobra à 42 km/h et 12 km/h sur les appareils de voie
2) pour limiter sectoriellement les retards attribution des Cobra aux lignes 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 13 et 17.
Les autres lignes, y compris les lignes 10 et 12 du Glattalbahn, sont exploitées avec des convois Tram 2000 sans garantie d'accès surbaissé.
De plus, à partir du 1 janvier 2019 et avec une arrogance toute zürichoise, des mangers des VBZ ont imposé unilatéralement au TMZ l'immobilisation de pas moins de cinq motrices historiques sous le prétexte fallacieux de délai de révision. C'est faire bien peu de cas du sérieux du travail exécuté depuis plus de cinquante ans par les membres actifs du TMZ.
Si ces bureaucrates ne sont pas en mesure de comprendre la logique différence entre un simple contrôle technique et une inutile révision sur des véhicules en parfait état budgetée à un prix exorbitant ils n'ont certainement pas les compétences requises pour occuper leur poste et ils devraient être poussés vers la sortie par tous les moyens légaux disponibles!
La motrice historique Be 4/6 1674 en service régulier sur la ligne 8 précède l'autobus Neoplan 521 de la ligne 83.
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Photo André Knoerr, Genève. Reproduction autorisée avec mention de la source.
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Le Limmattalbahn LTB, exploité par la société AVA et ligne 20 du réseau zürichois, Zürich, Bahnhof Altstetten - Killwangen, Bahnhof a été inauguré le 9 décembre 2022. Le lendemain, à la veille de la mise en service régulière, des festivités pour le public ont été organisées au dépôt Müsli et la ligne exploitée gratuitement à la cadence de 15 minutes de 12:00 à 20:00 heures entre Schlieren, Geiisweid et Killwangen, Bahnhof avec exceptionnellement et dans chaque sens un crochet par le raccordement de service à voie unique menant au dépôt.
Une météo hivernale froide et humide a déplacé une foule bien supérieure aux attentes et a constitué un baptême du feu pour les nouvelles motrices Tramlink prises d'assaut.
La Be 6/8 8007 arrive au dépôt Müsli en direction de Killwangen, Bahnhof.
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Avis:
En raison des attaques terroristes de la Russie sur l'Ukraine mais aussi
des menaces de l'Ambassade Russe en Suisse contre le journal zürichois NZZ et
les dégâts infligés au tram Mirage 339 de Vinnytsia portant les couleurs de la Suisse
toutes les photos de cette galerie prises sur le territoire de la Fédération de Russie sont rendues inaccessibles au public jusqu'à nouvel avis.
Merci de votre compréhension.
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Fifth picture of the series Canes & Mud.
(For this time a Self-portrait, evoking ancient past fishermen. A very difficult picture to execute as it got very windy and I had to remain immobile for 30 seconds of exposure)
Magical sunrise in this beautiful place that is the Albufera of Valencia.
The image title is because during the photoshoot, surrounded by all this beauty, calm water, boat, reeds, mud, tranquility, flying birds ... every moment reminded me a lot to the great novel "Cañas y Barro" of the great Valencian writer Vicente Blasco Ibáñez, set in rural Valencia (Albufera) of the early twentieth century, the novel observes and portrays the social reality of the time and place with absolute precision.
Would like to thank this picture to my friend Javier Girbés, which helped me a lot with the location and encouraged me to know this magnificent spot.
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Saint John's Hospital was once the most important medieval urban institution for the sick, poor and needy in the city of Bruges. Since 1977, the medieval infirmaries have been converted into a museum. This museum tells the story of the building, the care of the sick and the cloistered community through artefacts and works of art, first and foremost the works of Hans Memling.This visit shows the temporary retrospective exhibition by Otobong Nkanga linked to old works of art including Memling
Otobong Nkanga (1974 - Kano, Nigeria) is a visual artist and performance artist. She lives and works in Antwerp. Nkanga focuses on concepts such as identity, raw materials as symbols of territory, power and conflict, exploitation of landscape, people and labor, globalization and transformation. Her oeuvre is a multifaceted palette that includes drawings, performances, sculptures and other media.
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Portrait de femme du peintre hollandais Michiel Van Merievelt (XVIe) - Musée des beaux art de Carcassonne (Aude - Occitanie 2017)
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L'exploitation régulière des classiques motrices Tatra KT4D a pris fin à Berlin le 7 mai 2021 à l'occasion d'une journée spéciale. Plusieurs motrices restent préservées sur le réseau.
Le convoi 6034 + 6093 franchit le carrefour Mollstrasse / Prenzlauer Allee sur la ligne M8.
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The footbridge has been restored following storm damage. Rathlin island lies offshore. 'Pans' alludes to salt pans exploited here. Rathlin Island lies in the distance.
Another old shell that we brought back from Baja that I decided to exploit.
Lighting: In order to show the shapes I used side lighting because that creates the shadows that reveal shapes and textures. I placed a Yongnuo flash in a 24 inch soft box at the right side of the shell. The strobe was triggered by a Yongnuo RF-603N. The shell was pretty bleached out from sitting outside in the sun so I converted it to black and white using Nik Software's Silver Efex Pro 2.0.
I have quite a few sea shell pictures, and if you enjoy that sort of thing, they're in my Shells album.
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"Italian flag"
Centième anniversaire pour la Grande Guerre de 1914/1918 - Chevigny Saint Sauveur (COTE D'OR 2018)
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Odyneromyia spadix (female)
Subfamily: Eristalinae (Drone Flies and allies)
Family: Syrphidae (Hoverflies)
Order: Diptera
This rarely observed Odyneromyia Drone Fly was seen feeding on Pomaderris discolor flowers in early spring. This is the first observation on iNaturalist in NSW. The other observations are in Victoria and Tasmania.
In the Drone Flies, females can be distinguished from the males from the appearance of the eyes. Like other flies, the males have bigger eyes which come together at the top of the head. Females have smaller eyes which are placed further apart.
Males will stake-out flowers and possible egg-laying sites as a strategy for locating females. This female was the only fly I observed however.
The subfamily Eristalinae exploits a range of habitats including under bark, in sap trails, in holes in trees and in decaying organic mater. They filter microorganisms and particulate foods from water.
The Pomaderris favours a wet, boggy environment so it is unsurprising that it is a place to also find hoverflies. Indeed, at least three other species were observed on this particular clump of bushes.
Some additional photos are included in the comments. Click on the photo for more details.
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The Santomera dam was designed and built with the main purpose of its serving as a defence for the Vega Baja del Segura against the disastrous floodings of the Santomera and Abanilla wadis.
The Project for the dam formed part of the “Project for the retention and exploitation of floodwaters of the Ramblas de Santomera and Abanilla, by means of the Santomera reservoir and as flood protection of the Vega Baja del Segura”, which was drawn up by the Confederación Hidrográfica del Segura in August 1950.
General view of Santomera reservoir
Due to the characteristics of the materials of the foundations and the abutments (especially the left bank abutment), important seepage occurred, although it was decided not to tackle this problem on account of the exclusive use of the reservoir for the purpose of flood abatement.
Later, in 1986, and regarding the possibility of using the reservoir to store waters from the Tagus-Segura Distribution Canals, the “Impermeabilization of the left embankment of the Santomera reservoir (05/86)” was drawn up, and injections and surface treatments were carried out from the existing inspection gallery.
These works were carried out, although seepage continued (but to a lesser extent following the treatments carried out) until nearby quarrying was ceased, since its explosions had been causing vibrations which were incompatible with the sealing of the left bank of the massif. Once the explosions ceased, seepage gradually decreased and finally disappeared completely..
Nevertheless, today the reservoir cannot be used as a regulating reservoir of the Distribution Canals on account of the high salinity of the waters proceeding from Rambla Salada which are stored in the reservoir.
This environmental conditioning means that the reservoir cannot be used for irrigation purposes, being used exclusively for flood abatement.
Santomera dam, made of mass concrete with a straight ground plan, has only one characteristic cross section. It comprises 14 blocks separated by concertina expansion joints every 15.00 m. Its total length at the crest is 205.79 m, with a width of 4.00 m on the latter. The total height is 51.50 m above its foundations.The total volume of cement used for the main dam was 103,212.463 m³ and 25,583.369 m³ for the stilling basin.
The crest of the dam is situated at a height of 101.50 and it has a 3.00 metre wide road which is protected by concrete paving. Two pavements 0.50 metres wide run along both sides of the road. Both upstream and downstream, the crest is protected on both sides by concrete parapet walls which are 40 cm high and 54 cm wide, on which railings have been installed, made of 100 mm diameter metal tubes.The lowest level of the foundations is 50.00 m, with the bed at this point situated at 64.50 m. The average thickness of the foundations is therefore 14.50m.
The body of the dam houses a network of inspection and drainage galleries, on two levels, with their corresponding communicating stairways.
"Ce tableau constitue une des premières représentations du prolétariat urbain. Si les paysans (Des glaneuses de Millet) ou les ouvriers des campagnes (Casseurs de pierres de Courbet) ont souvent été montrés, les ouvriers de la ville ont très rarement fait l'objet de tableaux. Contrairement à Courbet ou Millet, Caillebotte, bourgeois aisé, n'introduit aucun discours social, moralisateur ou politique dans son oeuvre. L'étude documentaire (gestes, outils, accessoires) le place parmi les réalistes les plus chevronnés.
Caillebotte a suivi une formation académique auprès de Bonnat, et la perspective accentuée par l'effet de plongée et l'alignement des lames de parquet est conforme à la tradition. L'artiste a dessiné une à une toutes les parties de son tableau, avant de les reporter au carreau sur la toile. Le torse nu des raboteurs est celui de héros antiques. Mais loin de s'enfermer dans ces exercices académiques, Caillebotte en exploite la rigueur afin d'explorer l'univers contemporain de manière inédite.
Présenté au Salon de 1875, le tableau est refusé par le Jury, sans doute choqué par ce réalisme cru (certains critiques ont parlé de "sujet vulgaire"). Le jeune peintre décide alors de se joindre aux impressionnistes et présente son tableau à la seconde exposition du groupe en 1876 où Degas expose ses premières Repasseuses. Les critiques sont impressionnés par cette grande page moderne, Zola notamment qui condamne cependant cette "peinture bourgeoise à force d'exactitude"." Notice du Musée d'Orsay
I share today another picture of past Friday in this location, this time a vertical view.
First lights of the day, just after the sunrise, which I already wanted to catch this perspective view, giving a lot of attention at the dynamism of the waves at the foreground guiding the look with the light towards the walkway.
On the technical side, say that I used the combination of a ND four steps filter and a soft gradient ND three steps filter.
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(Just another day of previous photoshoot, I tryed another time for take longer exposures. For this shot I wanted to guide with the light of dawn on the boat in the foreground)
Magical sunrise in this beautiful place that is the Albufera of Valencia.
The image title is because during the photoshoot, surrounded by all this beauty, calm water, boat, reeds, mud, tranquility, flying birds ... every moment reminded me a lot to the great novel "Cañas y Barro" of the great Valencian writer Vicente Blasco Ibáñez, set in rural Valencia (Albufera) of the early twentieth century, the novel observes and portrays the social reality of the time and place with absolute precision.
On the technical side, say that I only used a ND soft gradient three steps filter combined with one four steps ND filter.
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Y esa noche el sueño se convirtió en realidad; el amor mataba y los periodicos lo anunciaban:
"El amor mata a 117 personas en Irak por la explosión de la primavera"
(y Aznar no es el responsable)
Txus 2010
Exploitant : SETRAM
Réseau : SETRAM
Ligne : 5
Lieu : Saint-Martin (Le Mans, F-72)
Lien TC Infos : tc-infos.fr/id/5895
An old abandoned house with its' side fallen out. This is on an island that was resettled in the 1960's. It reminded me of a little girls doll house.
We appreciate the courtesy of Chatwick University Archives for letting us use the journals in our research, and for permission to use parts for the genesis of “Dare’s Game”.
Dare’s Game
Beth, eagerly looking for Dare, walked straight into Seth’s cunning snare…..
Suffix, circa 1910?. It was during this time a fanciful young lady, whom we will call Beth, started a journal which she would faithfully keep over the course of almost 50 years. She led quite an adventuresome life for a lady of that time, and her journals were filled with many tales and observations of her exploits. The following story is derived from events that she penned down in the early years in her journal.
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Beth had known Dare since their childhood. Dare was a handsome free spirited youth only two years her senior, who lived for the games his life had to offer. As his cherished nickname inferred, Dare was always trying to find the thrill out of anything he could think up, relishing to go beyond the pale in anything he attempted. Dare always a little different, harboring feelings and ideas way beyond his years, almost as if he had lived a previous life and retained something from it in his being.
Beth would remember times playing dress up with Dare’s sister Diana in some old gowns of their mothers. It was always then that Dare and his friends seemed to appear and talk them into playing hide n seek, tag or cops n robbers. Dare seemed to take pleasure in cajoling the girls into playing with them in this manner. Eyeing them as they played with a far off look that suggested the game they were playing had more meaning to him than he could ever venture to say. It was hard for Beth to explain it, but she did find it pleasurable (almost erotic using a word whose term she would learn much later) to be observed by him in this way.
One warm fall day Diana and Beth headed down to an old shack located near some railroad tracks at the back of a cornfield. Diana was dressed in a long satin play gown with her mother’s jewelry, which Dare had called rhinestones. Beth, herself dressed in a long flowing dress, loved the way Diana’s jewels twinkled and sparkled as she walked. They were going to pretend the shack was a ballroom and they were one their way to a fancy dance, like Beth’s and Diana’s parents had recently attended. Diana wasn’t supposed to be wearing her mother’s jewelry outside the house, but as a result of Dare’s teasing, had done so anyway.
They had reached the shack, an old white brick building with a wooden roof half fallen in, when a man’s voice suddenly said behind them, what are you two ladies up to? Turning they were confronted by a happily sneering drifter. The grubby man looked around, alone is we, and advanced towards them. The two girls stood petrified, he reached out and probed Diana along her side, pretty dress missy, he said, sparsely toothed mouth grinning like a pumpkin. He suddenly reached up and tore the necklace away from Diana’s throat, sending her falling backwards. Beth screamed bloody murder, as the vagrant turned heel, running off towards the tracks. Suddenly Dare appeared, and Beth, meaning to yell for help, exclaimed instead “help honey” to Dare. Dares eyes took on a very different look, almost of a burning yearning. Beth told him what had happened and he took off down towards the tracks in hot pursuit. For Beth, the look he had given her and the way he had dashed off excited her beyond measure. Even for someone that young, Beth now knew what Dare meant to her. From then on, playing games with Dare took on a heightened meaning for Beth.
But, nothing really changed in their relationship until Beth’s sophomore year of high school. Beth was sixteen at the time, a whimsical being, passionate, innocent, not particularly attractive, but radiating with a love of life. A living free spirit, developing into a very sexual being by the time her and Diana decided to attend their schools prom in their sophomore year. Beth dressed in a fuchsia coloured satin dress with dangling rhinestone earrings that had been” borrowed” from Diana’s Mother, the same ones Diana had been wearing when they had run into the drifter at the shack. Diana slipped into the slinky blue spaghetti strap gown and matching cover-all that she had worn as her cousin’s bridesmaid. She was wearing sapphire costume jewels patterned after the hope diamond. Their parents had given them a hard time when they saw their made up girls in their gowns and finery , admonishing them for looking way too mature. They smiled, consoling their parents fears, and went off on their adventure.
Their eyes were dazzled by the display of lights, the cheerfully student filled room, the band. They had stopped and were letting it all sink in, when Beth felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and came face to face with Dare, who once again had the same yearning fire in his eyes as on that fateful day at the old shack. A veil was lifted from between the two, and Beth spent the whole evening encompassed in Dare’s arms. Soon after that the two had begun seeing much more of one another. Their relationship was still going strong eight years later.
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8 Years Later
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Come on Dare, let’s go to the Riverside, it will be fun she urged. She had been trying to get her fiancé’ to take her to the exclusive five star resorts for some time. And now she had a free overnight room card she had won at work! Dare looked into Beth’s wide, hope filled eyes, knowing her passion for attending these types of affairs. Ever hopeful she would see someone rich. Dare knew how to use this to his advantage. Finally he buckled, all right, only if we play the game afterwards he bargained. She squirmed inwardly with passion, nodding her agreement. Beth found the game exciting, though she would never let on to Dare. And, you must wear the gold bridesmaid gown and jewels you wore to your friend’s wedding last week , he added, a wistful smile lighting up his thin face.. Okay she agreed, trying to sound reluctant, but truthfully feeling multiple tingles of delight.
Dare was handsome, in a scrawny, thin bearded, sort of way ( From an old photo that survives he resembled a young Johnny Depp… the eds), with a witty writers imagination and a playful disposition. He could always make Beth laugh, feeling his excitement as he drew her into his stories and games. She would never admit to it, but found the game delightfully erogenous. She smiled to herself, so Dare had liked the satin gown after all, he had not shown any interest in her wearing it since the wedding. And the jewelry, the small rhinestone pendent and earrings had been pretty, but Beth soon came up with another idea. She would knock his socks off by wearing the glittering diamonds and emeralds that had been inherited from her grandmother. The set had laid collecting dust in a safety deposit box all these years, unworn. She had never told Dare about them, waiting for the perfect occasion. She could just imagine the look in his eyes when he saw her wearing them. Okay then, game on, Beth thought, wickedly sending shivers up and down her spine.
Dare’s Game was based on role playing:
Dare would give Beth money to purchase a new outfit, something rich and shiny, like silk or satin. With the new outfit, Beth would wear the good gold jewelry she had received from Dare on her birthdays. The idea was to acting like a bored rich girl out for a good time, alone and vulnerable.
Dare would be at the hotel bar, waiting for Beth to make her entrance, then make her acquaintance , playing a debonair, suited gentleman with a mysterious past and a hidden agenda. They would make a date later, usually to dance and have drinks.
Then that evening, she would go down to the bar. Dressed in one of the long gowns Dare favored, fitting in with the usual spillover from a wedding reception that had been held in one of the Ballrooms. Sometimes she would wear the rhinestone jewelry they had purchased together at various antique stores. Then Beth would wait for Dare to make his entrance, signaling the time for Dare’s game. He would assume one of several roles, or possibly a new one that Beth had never seen. In the past Dare had played:
A spy who would dance with Beth, then disappear. Sending a note to Beth via a third person that would have her meet him clandestinely in a remote location…
A highwayman who would come across Beth on the castle grounds , usually the resorts empty gardens at night….
A rich millionaire looking for romance…
A kidnapper hired by an evil uncle, who after tying up Beth and removing her valuables would have a change of heart….
A Jewel thief who would be cunningly after her valuables…
A handsome prince rescuing Beth’s damsel in distress ….
Or Dare’s favorite, centered on their old childhood game of cops and robbers. Dare would play the thief, and steal something from Beth, usually while dancing. He would then leave preset clues around the grounds that she would have to follow to catch him.
All of the games usually led to some playful groping and then escalating into the upper echelons of erotic pleasure. Sometimes they never made out of the woods, or barely out of the ballroom. Beth shivered at these thoughts, wishing she didn’t have to wait….
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Three weeks later at the Riverside Resort.
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In the Bar:
At the bar, Dare smiled to himself, pleased. He had dropped Beth off to check in by herself. She would change into her new outfit and wear it down to the bar for lunch. She would come in acting like a complete stranger to the area. Dare would make her acquaintance, invite her to lunch, and make plans to see her that evening at the resorts dance room. There were two wedding receptions going on, and that dance room should be filled with well-dressed patrons. Beth would fit right in; clad that pretty gown she had promised to wear.
Dare had been sitting at the bar, thinking about ways to play out the game that evening, when the answer came to him, in the form of a stranger who had come with his drink and sat next to him. The stranger introduced himself as Seth, and shaking Dare’s hand sat on the stool next to him. After they had had couple of drinks, they had become quite chummy. Seth explaining he had come up for one of the weddings, and assumed Dare was doing the same. Seth did not fail to observe Dare’s secretive smile, but did not question it. Their conversation was distracted only when a newcomer appeared at the entrance. Beth walked in, a long flowing silky skirt swishing down to her leather sandals. A shiny, long sleeved satin top fitting tightly along her perky figure, with bright gold jewelry complementing the ensemble. Real gold, Seth observed silently to himself.
Beth went to a table, both men going silent as they watched her move through the room. Good-looking one, that, Seth commented, looking at Dare who was deep in thought as his eyes were fixed on the sexy newcomer. Seth teasingly offered Dare a penny for his thoughts. Dare smiled mischievously, letting lose his plans. Seth listened to the young man, smiling as a light went on in his steal grey eyes. When Dare finished he offered up a suggestion as to how Dare could make it really interesting for Beth. The two co-conspirators worked it out: Seth told Dare about a stone hut and wall that was located on the back nine of the resorts golf course. He suggested that he, Seth, would meet Beth that evening and pass a note onto her from Dare saying that he was in trouble and needed her help, with directions to the spot. Dare liked the idea, and wrote the note on a cocktail napkin, cementing the plan by handing it to Seth.
Off you go old chap, let Uncle Seth take care of his end, he said grinning, giving Dare a sporting clap on the back. With a wink, Dare left his fellow collaborator, and went over to Beth, who had since been seated by a male waiter, now standing drooling over her shoulder as she looked at the menu.
Later that same evening, inside the crowded club:
Seth had stopped by the bar for a last drink. His business venture had been concluded earlier than he had expected. With the change in his plans, he had checked out early, his kit packed, boot loaded and the car ready. He now sat at the bar Causley watching young lass of about seventeen who had literally ran into him at one of the receptions. He watched her flirting about the club, weaving in and out of the guests. With a long swishing gown flowing provocatively along her lithe figure, abundant, solid white gold chains swinging out in an alluringly eye catching manner as she scurried about. A diminutive gold ring its half caret diamond flickered playfully from the petite pinky it loosely surrounded once again welcomed his contemplation. The lass presented quite an intriguing gold feathered fledgling, just begging to be plucked. He looked around, spying her parents on the dance floor. The father/husband, despite being an excellent dancer, gave him no interest. It was his partner, the wife/ mother, decked out in a iridescent suit and long swishing satin skirt upon which he now was reexamining. He again studied under the bright dance floor lights her fine pearls dangling from her ears, throat, and wrists. But it was the Ladies’ two rings that stole the show for him; an engagement ring with a rock of at least 2 carets surrounded by numerous shimmering half caret stones and a pinky ring similar to her daughters, that proudly displayed a single white solitaire diamond of at least one caret that had garnered his consideration. He also reconsidered the facts that he had been able to garnish about the lady who wore them, and her husband. The wife/mother was a heavy drinker who would not be expected to make any kind of appearance before noon. Hubby was a golfer, who would be out for breakfast at five am before being on the links at 6 am the next morning . At 5 :15 Seth was planning to pay a visit to his suite, and relieve his two ladies of their expensive trinkets. It should be an easy straight forward caper, that had Seth bristling with anticipation at the prospect.
As he was tossing down the last of his drink he remembered about Dare and the note he still had in his pocket. Setting down the empty glass, he pulled the note out and looked at it, kids he smirked, and was preparing to crinkle toss it on the bar and leave, when his eyes caught sight of Beth. He had felt his breath taken away when he saw her. Not at all what he had expected, he would say to Beth much later in the evening. He looked over the note, stirrings of a plan began formulating. All thoughts of the dancing couple and his plans fled his mind, as He rose, throwing a fiver on the bar and went off to intercept Beth.
Seth held Beth in his arms, she was a vivacious little thing he thought, while smiling charmingly into her eyes. She seemed a little apprehensive at first, but had settled right in when he had told her this had been set up by Dare, remember me at the bar with him this afternoon he had consoled her, she had smile brightly into his eyes in answer. He relished in the feel of her warm satin gown, and allowed himself to be mesmerized by the shimmer of her diamonds.
It reminded him of the diamonds that had been worn by one of his dance partners earlier that evening at a reception. He had forgotten her name, but not her diamonds, one of which now resided in a hidden compartment of his roadsters boot, along with the diamond pin he had slipped off the satin cape he had cordially help a well-dressed lady put on. He had also shelved his plans for his 5:15 am “meeting” at the golf playing husbands hotel room, Beth’s jewels were a much more lucrative prospect.
When the dance had ended he took her to the bar and sat her down, ordering her a drink. She seemed a little perplexed, Seth kissed her gloved hand; wait for it he told her mysteriously, winking into her eyes. Beth had winked back, the fire in her heart reflecting deep in her eyes. Seth left, smiling cleverly to himself as he took in his surroundings. He looked around as he walked away, now where had the little imp gotten off too?
He had decided that the seventeen year old in the long flirting gown would play a very different role in his plans. He approached her, with Dares note and a twenty. Thought for a moment about the pair of thick platinum gold chains dangling from her throat down the open neckline of the girl’s glossy gown, then banished the though, he had bigger fish to filet. The twenty caught her attention and she eagerly listened as he explained to her what to do, pointing out Beth sitting, waiting in earnest at the bar. Wait until she finishes her drink, Seth told her as she listened eagerly. She took the twenty into her hand, the half caret diamond on her pinky ring flashing, and her gold chain bracelets jangled as she grasped it. Seth left, figuring he had about twenty minutes to stop at his car, get a few items from the boot, and put his plan in motion.
Beth had curiously received the note from the attractively shy young lady, clad a slinky gown that made her appear years older. Reading it she folded it and was just getting up when a man wearing a suit came up to her and offered to let her dance with him. It took her some time, before she was finally able to ward him off and leave the brilliantly lit clubroom for the dark, forbidding grounds outside.
Now, a thoroughly excited Beth walked up the hill. Her senses becoming more prickling alert with each step. Innocently unaware that she was no longer playing a role in Dare’s game!
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Epilogue:
As Seth walked away admiring the shimmery necklace, his thoughts travelled back to the gold burdened impish youngster in the swirling gown, and her pearl and diamond laden mother. Revisiting his original plans he decided that he liked the odds, especially since they would be against him. With the father leaving early to meet his cronies for breakfast the Mother should be still sleeping off her drink induced stupor, the hyperactive girl should still be out cold, but presented no risk if she awoke, he had more rope. The ladies jewels should be lying about in the apartment, or handedly on their persons( the pairs of diamond pinky rings, as well as the multi-diamond engagement ring flashed once again across his memory with all their brilliant glory),as he caught fire with the vision. There could be a safe he reasoned, but with a tied up daughter and a knife in his hand, the mother should have no issue opening it for him, or disclosing anywhere else her jewels may have been hidden . But if there was no safe, and the rings, pearls and solid white gold chains were somewhere in the room, he knew he would be able to noiselessly break in, find and slip the jewels from wherever they were perched, and be safely on his way without even causing the slightest stir from the sleeping woman and her daughter. It was a road Seth had travelled down many times. He prickled at the thought, as he foresightedly tallied up the potential haul while making his way to the car. The Mother/wife’s diamond rings, would easily fetch him at least three grand, probably close five with her pearls and the whelp’s jewelry added in. About a quarter of what he probably would get for the jewels now in his procession, so he mused inquisitively to himself, so ,was it worth the risk of his 20,000 bird in hand? Yes he answered himself, as all too familiar and welcome tingling sensation overwhelmed Seths muscular body. Like Dare, Seth like to play risky games, especially those which promised to be somewhat profitable. It would be a tantalizingly chancy gamble of his own; to wait a safe distance away while things cooled down and then return to break into the un protected sleeping ladies chamber.. He knew just the place to hide , and it would be a perfect spot to watch events unfold around Beth and Dare, while making his plans! It also afforded a nicely secret hiding nook for the ill-gotten gains collected so far that evening in case something went wrong, which it wouldn’t..
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