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"... Es como sostener el tazón de té, como recordar esta canción en días así, el que fuera el tono de llamadas en la madrugada, es como olvidar lo que pasó sin olvidar lo que se vivió, es como cortarnos la carne angustiados porque las frases escritas en los muros, en la piel no fueron suficientes, es como despedirse desde lejos, es como algo que no conosco pero que sé como se siente, es como llevarme los matices diferentes de tus ojos uno más claro que el otro, es como el té de 6 cucharadas de azucar y el de una, But I’m thinking of what Sarah said, That love is watching someone die
So who’s gonna watch you die? So who's gonna watch you die..."
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SCOUT: "Paddy? Paddy!"
PADDY: "Yes Scout?"
SCOUT: "Paddy, I think this has been the bestest birthday party EVER!"
PADDY: "You said that last year, on your third birthday, Scout."
SCOUT: "I know I did Paddy, but I didn't know that my fourth birthday was going to be even better!"
PADDY: "I'm so happy for your Scout! Birthdays should always be wonderful!"
SCOUT: "Do you know what else, Paddy?"
PADDY: "What Scout?"
SCOUT: "I have never been so happy since I came to live with you and Daddy. I was scared and alone. I had no friends, and now I have you, Daddy, Cousin Paddington, Bogart, Jago, Daisy-Maud, Rosie, Orson, Danny Boy, Algie, Bertie, Freddy, Duckie, Chippy, Cabbage, little Lettuce and all our bear friends around the world, like mijn beste vriend Peter and your beste vriend Oleg! I am soooo happy! I love you Paddy, very, very much!"
PADDY: "I love you too little Scout, very, very much!"
SCOUT: "I think all birthday parties should end with a snuffly birthday kiss. So here is a birthday bear one from me to you!" *Gives Paddy a snuffly birthday kiss.*
PADDY: "Thank you Scout! But t isn't my birthday, it's yours!"
SCOUT: "I know, but I want to share the love and birthday joy!"
PADDY: "Well, that's very good of you Scout. Do you know what?"
SCOUT: "What Paddy?"
PADDY: "I think that is the nicest snuffly birthday bear kiss I have ever had!"
SCOUT: "That's good, Paddy!" *Smiles happily*
SCOUT: "Hullo everyone! Do you know what? Bears have two birthdays. I don't actually know when my first birthday was as I can't remember, so I have decided that my other birthday will be the day I came to live forever with Daddy and Paddy, which was the 27th of March! Now Paddy and I are not allowed to use the oven for fear of singeing our plush fur, so Daddy has been so kind and has baked me a birthday cake! It is a rich chocolate cake with chocolate cream cheese icing, because Scout loves chocolate anything! The cake is sprinkled with hundreds and thousands! Isn't that special? I can't eat that cake all by myself, even with a grumbly tummy, so I am having a birthday party. It's my fourth birthday this year! I have invited Paddy and Daddy of course. I've also asked all our bear family of Cousin Paddington, Bogart, Jago, Daisy-Maud, Rosie, Orson, Danny Boy, Algie and our newest member of the family, Bertie. Of course I also asked Freddy the fox, Duckie and our pug dog Cabbage and his little sister Lettuce to come along, and also Chippy the monkey who lives in the front room. But best of all, we have two very special guests!" *Trembles.* "I asked Mummy Marian if mijn beste vriend Peter (who is also Rosie's prins) to come along, and also Paddy's beste vriend Oleg! Mummy Marian said yes, and thanks to some faerie magic, they get to be part of the celebration too! I am soooo excited! This is going to be the bestest birthday EVER! I know that everyone who I've asked to come will enjoy the occasion!
If today is your birthday too, I'd like to wish you a very happy birthday full of big little bear hugs and snuffly birthday kisses. Even if it isn't, I'd like to wish you a very happy day full of big little bear hugs and snuffly kisses. Would you like some cake too?"
This beautiful nursery pantomime nursery dinner set was made in England by the Shell China Company in the 1920s. It features six cups, saucers and plates as well as a teapot, milk jug, sugar bowl, platter, sandwich plate, a lidded soup tureen on its own dish and a gravy or cream jug on its own dish. Each piece is gilt edged and decorated and feature different faerie tales including: "The Queen of Hearts", "To Market, to Market to Buy a Fat Pig", "There was a Little Man who had a Little Gun", "Jack and Jill", "Goosey, Goosey Gander", "Sing a Song of Sixpence" and "Ride a Cock Horse" amongst others. The set I acquired from England, and it is a sister set to a 1930s Shell China Company faerie tale tea set. This set was given as a gift some years ago by a close friend who knows I collect nursery ware and children's tea sets. There are also doll (bear) sized tea spoons which are sterling silver salt spoons, and the spoon in the "Ride a Cock Horse to Bunbury Cross" sugar bowl is an Eighteenth Century mustard spoon and is sterling silver. Their dessert spoons are sterling silver coffee spoons made by James Dixon and Sons in London in 1921.
My Paddington Bear came to live with me in London when I was two years old (many, many years ago). He was hand made by my Great Aunt and he has a chocolate coloured felt hat, the brim of which had to be pinned up by a safety pin to stop it getting in his eyes. The collar of his mackintosh is made of the same felt. He wears wellington boots made from the same red leather used to make the toggles on his mackintosh.
He has travelled with me across the world and he and I have had many adventures together over the years. He is a very precious member of my small family.
Scout was a gift to Paddy from my friend. He is a Fair Trade Bear hand knitted in Africa. His name comes from the shop my friend found him in: Scout House. He tells me that life was very different where he came from, and Paddy is helping introduce him to many new experiences. Scout catches on quickly, and has proven to be a cheeky, but very lovable member of our closely knit family.
My bears Paddy and Scout have made very good friends with two bears in Holland called Peter and Oleg (www.flickr.com/photos/40262251@N03/galleries/721577154558...) and their Mummy (www.flickr.com/photos/66094586@N06/) . Peter and Scout are very similar and have become best friends. Peter loves Rosie and Rosie loves Peter, so they have become prince and princess to one another. Paddy and Oleg are very similar too and have become best friends as well.
Rosie is Scout's cousin, because like Scout, she is a free trade knitted bear from Africa. She was made in Kenya by one of the Kenana Knitters, Martha Wanjira. She is made from home spun and dyed wool. She was a gift to me from two very dear friends, including the one who gave Scout to Paddy.
Bogart has travelled all the way from Georgia, via Alabama as a gift to me from a friend. He has lovely Southern manners and seems to be a fun and gentle soul with an inquisitive nature.
Jago was a gift from a dear friend in England. He is made of English mohair with suede paw pads and glass eyes. He is a gentle bear, kind and patient who carries an air of calm about him. He is already fitting in with everyone else very nicely.
Travelling all the way from London, Cousin Paddington was caught in transit thanks to the Coronavirus pandemic, so it looks like he is stopping with us for a long while. That makes me happy, as the more I look into his happy, smiling face, the more attached I am becoming to him.
Freddy Fox is made by Merrythought in England. I bought him, of all places, from a men’s accessory shop in Melbourne’s Block Arcade, called Mr. Wares. Freddy Fox is made of English Mohair with felt paws and glass bead eyes. He has so much charm and charisma that already he is winning hearts with anyone whom he meets, and he is kind and sweet, which makes him an ideal member of our family.
Daisy Maud is Jago's little sister and was made by the same friend in England who made him. She is made of German mohair with floral fabric cotton paw pads that match her pretty sunhat, and glass eyes. A sweet and loving little girl bear, she is happy to be reunited with her big brother, Jago, and enjoys being spoiled by her new Daddy.
Orson, named after the little bear constellation, was made by the same friend who made Jago and Daisy-Maud. He comes ready dressed in 'trousers' made of German mohair accessorised with embroidered braces. His paws are ultra suede and his eyes are glass. He is described as being a little bit serious minded but very friendly. He's fine once he gets to know you.
Danny Boy, made by the same friend who made Jago, Daisy-Maud and Orson, has a touch of the 'Oirish' in him with his emerald green scarf. He has an open mouth as he likes to sing and comes with his own songbook, "Irish Airs for Teddy Bears". He has a wobbly head to give him animation when he's talking to you, and is made of English mohair, has paws of ultra suede and eyes of glass. Quite a happy-go-lucky little character....
Algie is made by the same friend who made Jago, Daisy-Maud, Orson and Danny Boy. He is is made of sparse English mohair, has paws of ultra suede and eyes of glass. A very adventurous little boy, he loves to climb and sit on top of gates, edges of tables and chairs. He adore climbing trees, and will cheekily sit there with crossed legs. He's very friendly and he loves adventures of any kind.
Duckie I saw when I was at a Sunday market on a stall of homemade knitted and crocheted items. She caught my eye straight away with her happy, smiley face and bright colours. I think she finds life with my bears intriguing and perhaps a little confusing, however she is learning.
Bertie came to live with me on Christmas Day 2022. He was a gift from a very dear friend. He is vintage and is hand knitted with soft red dioxide wool and has chocolate brown felt pads on his paws. He has shiny black bead eyes and has his own very smart tartan bow. He tells me that he was living in an antique shop for quite a while, just looking for his forever home, which now he feels that he has. Bertie is very soft and loves cuddles, and whilst perhaps not as forthcoming as some of my other bears due to his shyness, he is very loving and caring and gives big little bear hugs and snuffly kisses beautifully.
Chippy the monkey came to live with me when I was four. His name is derived from his innards, which are broken chips of hazelnut shells. He was made in America some time in the mid Twentieth Century. He features beautiful brown glass eyes, a felt face, hands and feet. He was given to me by one of my Grandfather's friends who worked in a small high street toy shop which sold a mixture of new, vintage and antique toys. Chippy was vintage at the time, and had been well loved prior, so with a few holes, some worn plush and patches, he was too worn to be sold, but my family friend knew that my gentle nature and respect for my toys meant he could find a new home with me for a long time. All these decades later, she was proven right, for he still lives with me; a bit more loved, a bit more worn and with a few more patches. He also has some red chalk marks on his right hand which I remember putting on him by accident when I was six! He wanted to draw a rose on my chalkboard and I helped him do it!
Cabbage is Paddy's Pug Dog. He was a gift to Paddy from a friend who also likes Pugs. He is fiercely loyal to Paddy, Scout, Cousin Paddington and Bogart, but seldom stays around long enough to have his picture taken, as there are always new adventures to sniff out.
Lettuce was a present from my two goddaughters to me to keep Cabbage company. My eldest Goddaughter, Polly, wisely suggested the name Lettuce since we already have Cabbage. She is very soft and sweet natured. She likes cuddles and warm laps a lot and like her older brother Cabbage she likes to sniff out adventures.
Market Street, Cambridge
A few photographs from Cambridge where I had a thoroughly enjoyable day with the excellent street photographer sasastro
“You have heard that it was said, ‘Eye for eye, and tooth for tooth.’ But I tell you, do not resist an evil person. If anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to them the other cheek also. And if anyone wants to sue you and take your shirt, hand over your coat as well. If anyone forces you to go one mile, go with them two miles. Give to the one who asks you, and do not turn away from the one who wants to borrow from you.
[Matthew 5:38-42 NIV]
5 THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW:
1. Like it or not, we are ALL sinners: As the Scriptures say, “No one is righteous—not even one. No one is truly wise; no one is seeking God. All have turned away; all have become useless. No one does good, not a single one.” (Romans 3:10-12 NLT)
2. The punishment for sin is death: When Adam sinned, sin entered the world. Adam’s sin brought death, so death spread to everyone, for everyone sinned. (Romans 5:12 NLT)
3. Jesus is our only hope: But God showed his great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners. (Romans 5:8 NLT) For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 6:23 NLT)
4. SALVATION is by GRACE through FAITH in JESUS: God saved you by his grace when you believed. And you can’t take credit for this; it is a gift from God. Salvation is not a reward for the good things we have done, so none of us can boast about it. For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago. (Ephesians 2:8-10 NLT)
5. Accept Jesus and receive eternal life: If you openly declare that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. (Romans 10:9 NLT) But to all who believed him and accepted him, he gave the right to become children of God. (John 1:12 NLT) And this is what God has testified: He has given us eternal life, and this life is in his Son. Whoever has the Son has life; whoever does not have God’s Son does not have life. (1 John 5:11-12 NLT)
Read the Bible for yourself. Allow the Lord to speak to you through his Word. YOUR ETERNITY IS AT STAKE!
Sidi Bou Said is located on top of a steep cliff, which overlooks the Mediterranean Sea
© 2013 Rosita So Image
During my stay in Penang, I booked an excursion trip for the day to a place the locals call Monkey Beach.
It was recommended by a fellow holidaymaker in the hotel who said he won't give me any details about it...just go on it.
So without knowing what to expect, off I went on this adventure.
It didn't start off too well as when I was attempting to board the boat, the mighty waves were crashing against it and I fell into the water.....so I spent the whole 40 minute boat trip on the deck, drying myself off in the sun.
After a spot of fishing on the boat ( I managed to catch a whopping 0 ), we finally arrived at Monkey Beach. On setting foot on this secluded area of paradise, the scenic view was very naturalistic which reminded me of the film, The Beach. The beach itself was surrounded by a vast jungle with gigantic trees. Then...like something out of the Planet of the Apes...a couple of monkeys appeared between the trees. Slowly more and more appeared, all lined up like a miltiary army, about to charge us.
They slowly ventured forward, glaring at us as they approached. I slowly laid out my hand with offerings of fruit and pic 'n' mix, at which point I started to feed them and they ended up being very gentle and playful.
The rest of the day comprised of having a barbecue on the beach followed by a short trek through the jungle to burn off those calories ;-)
This particular monkey I found on its own, seemingly lost in thought. I fed it a whole lot of bananas and then it livened up.
Have a great weekend everyone. :)
In March 1943, about 1,000 international people living in Shanghai were interned in Chapei Civil Assembly Centre by the Japanese. As the war progressed, food rations became smaller and less varied. Many people living in the camp were helped by people living in Shanghai from countries which were neutral during WWII, like Sweden. Also Chinese employees from foreign companies sent their former colleagues food.
This photo shows a label of such a food aid package, sent by the Swedish family Asker, to the Dutch family Hennus. Mr. C.G.C. Asker worked for the Maritime Customs Service of China (as per Records of the Maritime Customs Service of China 1854 –1949 Part Three: Semi-Official Correspondence from Selected Ports by Professor Robert Bickers, University of Bristol).
The text reads:
"DONOR: Mr C G C Asker, Swedish ...
1300 Rue Lafayette
CONTENTS:
Milk powder, 12 ozs
Jam, 1 tin 12 ozs
Sugar, 2 lbs
Margarine 1 lb
Peanuts 2 lbs
Tomato sauce, 1 bot
Cocao cubes 1 pkt
Fruit drops, 3 pkt
BENEFICIARY:
Master M F Hennus, Netherlands, C.829
CHAPEI CIVIL ASSEMBLY CENTRE
4th Febr. 1944"
Chapei Civil Assembly Centre was liberated on 15 August 1945, 76 years ago today.
California Digital Newspaper Collection, Vestkusten, Number 39, 28 September 1944:
"SWEDEN PRAISED FOR ASSISTANCE IN BRINGING AID TO WAR PRISONERS. By Dr. I). A. Davis, Associate Executive Director, Y. M. C. A. Worlds Committee,
Sweden and Switzerland, spared the horrors of warfare, are doing their share to lighten the burden of war victims. These two neutral countries are cooperating with the War Prisoners Aid of the Y. M. C. A., with headquarters in Geneva and New York, in sending material aid to war prisoners and civilian internees in Europe and the Far East. The rights and privileges of more than 6,000,000 prisoners of war confined behind barbed wire throughout the world are protected by the treaty called “The Geneva Convention Relative to the Treatment of Prisoners of War,” signed by 47 nations on July 27, 1920. Among other things the Geneva Convention specifies that various welfare organizations may have access to war prison camps to render certain services to prisoners; thus War Prisoners Aid, under the auspices of the Y. M. C. A. World’s Committee carries on its stimulating programs of educational, recreational and religious activities among war prisoners, regardless of race, creed or nationality. The role that Sweden plays in this important services are manifold, for giving financial support as well as supplying materials for leisure-time activities. They provide also a large percentage of the personell necessary. From Sweden comes books, writing materials, lumber and other materials hardly found now in other european countries and piany of the neutral secretaries are permitted to visit war prison and internment camps. “We sail never forget what your Swedish colleague, Hoffman, did for us in England,” said a German prisoner of war to Gunnar Celander, Swedish representative of War Prisoners Aid, during a recent prisoner of war exchange between Germany and England, through Sweden. Boatloads of German prisoners from Canada, U. S. and .England, and British prisoners from Germany, docked at Trelleborg and Goteborg, while they transferred to boats waiting to take them home.
The Swedish Y. M. C. A. and Red Cross Lottas, Swedish rail roads and welfare organizations assumed a large portion of the responsibility of looking after these men— most of whom were invalided and blind during their short stay in the country. Food, travel facilities, reading matter, games, gramophones supplied with records of German and British music were made available to make the men comfortable. Crown princess Louise visited the prisoners, with representatives of the Swedish government, who officially welcomed them. Mr. Celander reported “We Swedes are happy that it was the privilege of our country to arrange this exchange of prisoners in the spirit of conciliation and kindness in the midst of the fire of conflict. I longed to share with the entire Y. M. C. A. and its secretaries the memory of the happy faces these homeward-bound prisoners and their many proofs of gratitude. All these men can testify that we were able to serve them in of their liberation. That is the highest reward and greatest encouragement for our work.” In Stockholm a War Prisoners Aid office is under the able leader their capacity as well as in' these days ship of Hugo Cedergren, Associate Director of Y. M. C. A., and National Secretary of the Swedish Y. M. C. A. Mr. Cedergren, who has visited prisoners in Europe, U. S. and Canada, said recently in America: “The spirit of prisoners is excellent. I can say that honestly from my own experience. The treatment they are receiving is correct and good.” Mrs Ceder gren is the daughter of Prince Oscar Bernadotte, brother of King Gustaf. He is honorary president of the Swedish Y. M. C. A. Pastor Carl-Erik Wenngren of the Stockholm Diocese, Associated National .Secretary of the Swedish Y. M. C. A., is now in U. S. as a neutral representative of the Ecumenical Commission for Chaplaincy Service to prisoners of war, of the World Council of Churches, and as a representative of War Prisoners Aid of the Y. M. C. A. He is visiting camps throughout America carrying the message of the church, especially to German prisoners, conducting services and other functions of a minister. Gunnar Celander, Henry Soderberg, Gunnar Janssen, O, M. Carlman and Erik Berg have been recruited from Sweden to visit war prison camps in Germany, while Bengt Hoffman carries War Prisoners Aid service to allied fliers detained in Sweden in compliance with neutrality laws. Civilan internment camps in France ares visited by mr. and Mrs. Hemming Andermo. The Swedish representative in India is Fredrik Franklin. (In the Philippine Islands, aid to prisoners of war and civilian internees is carried on under a neutral committee of Swiss, Irish, Danish, French, Belgian and Norwegian citizens, headed by Swedish Ex-Consul Helge A. Jansson, in Manila, and appointed by W. J. K. Bagge, Swedish Minister to Japan, since July 1942, chairman of neutral citizens, responsible for Y. M. C. A. services to prisoners and internees in Japan and Japanese-controlled areas. All contact between War Prisoners Aid and Japanese government are made through Stockholm. Through Minister Bagge, War Prisoners’ Aid received the first complete information about aid work in the Philippines. Final permission was given by the Japanese for the YMCA to purchase monthly in the Philippines sorely needed relief supplies for shipment to camps there in which Allied prisoners are interned. War Prisoners’ Aid service to allied war prisoners and civilian internees in Japan and Japan-held territory other than the Philippines is headed by I. P. Troedsson, Swedish Consul to Japan, assisted by N. E. Ericson of the Swedish Legation in Tokyo, under supervision of Minister Bagge. Swedish representatives of War Prisoners’ Aid make regular visits to camps in Japan are B. Gawell, John Anderson, A. Swensson and O. Pettersson, C. G. C. Asker works in Shanghai, and in Thailand, War Prisoners’ Aid service is carried to prisoners of war by F. Ehnstedt, Swedish Consul there. N. Arne Bendtz, with headquarters in Chungking, is in charge of War Prisoners Aid Services in Free China. He was responsible for taking aid not long ago to the more than two hundred German and Italian Catholic Fathers who had been interned for more than a year in the Honan Province. Traveling hundreds of miles over famine-stricken war-ridden country by car, rickshaw and on foot, climbing bleak, rugged hills, fording gushing streams, enduring scorching heat, mud and a plague of locusts, Bendtz finally reached his destination and found that the missionaries were living in dilapidated buildings, lacked essential food and clothing and faced grave financial difficulties. “For about three weeks I lived among these Catholic missionaries sharing their daily life, which I shall never forget,” wrote Bendtz in his report to Geneva. “They had suffered a lot during the past year and we came, as one said, “like an angel from Heaven, to soothe and comfort their sorrowful hearts.” “They had not met another foreigner since internment, and the concerts and speeches made in honor of the War Prisoners’ Aid representative were visible tokens of their gratitude.” Solutions to many problems facing War Prisofters’ Aid of the YMCA, a participating agency of the National War Fund, in its service to prisoners and civilian internees in Europe and the Far East, are greatly facilitated by the cooperation of Sweden.
Swedish representative of Y. M. C. A. War Prisoners’ Aid, Henry Soderberg (center), talks with prisoner and German camp official in war prison camp somewhere in Germany."
Courtesy Hennus family archives
©2009 Tenley Clark Photography.. All Rights Reserved.
she's got killer eyes!
*I replaced this with a color version. My mom said she liked it better =) *
I said I'd get this done by the end of the week :D Anyways, sorry if the pic is a little blurry, I blame my phone .___. Good news though, with the money I've made from commissions you guys have been making, I bought a new camera and it should be coming in soon :D So as for updates on Gregor, I've added tally marks and made them as accurate as I could to the actual tally marks on Gregor, they're not random. I added the symbol on his chest plate as well as making the shoulder pads more accurate. Let me know what you guys think! If you fave, comment too please!
Oh, on another note, the prizes for my contest will be posted tonight.
"Let me show you the universe," the young woman said.
She opened her hand and a glowing ball of light appeared in her palm. I leaned forward to look at it and it expanded before my eyes, breaking up into black voids and brilliant speckles of light. I leaned still closer and behold! One of speckles exploded into a miniature spiral galaxy, its center too brilliant for the naked eye. I focused on one of the spiral arms and let it expand before me, breaking up into clouds of dust and clusters of stars.
I leaned still closer and let one of the patches of stars grow ever larger until finally only one star was in view. "This one," I said, "Let me see this one," and I did. It swelled in my view until all the world was burning flame. It was too much and I looked away into the darkness where I saw stones alone in the night. I chose one, a small one not far from the burning star.
"This one," I said, "Let me see this one", and I did. It too swelled in my view. Blue and white it was and it had a dirty gray companion. I leaned closer and the blue and white world became all. Here and there amidst the blue there were patches of brown and green. I drifted down through the white clouds towards a border between the blue and green, drifted down until I saw the yellow lights of a city below at night.
I was almost there. Where I was I did not know but I knew that I was almost there. The city dissolved into streets and buildings, first small then larger as I drew close. One building grew to normal size. Through a window I could see a man and a young woman. Her hand was held forward and he had his face buried in her palm. I felt a desperate need to complete my journey, to rush forward and unite with the man, to merge into him, to complete my being.
And then the world went black and I jerked back. The young woman reached up and gently touched my blind eye.
"I am sorry," she said, "I am so terribly sorry."
(Richard Harter)
...taken at the "Uncharted" exhibition at SantralIstanbul...
Istanbul, Turkey...
A mosque, lit up for the evening in Sidi Bou Said, Tunis, Tunisia. We were on our way to the top of that neighborhood to have dinner at a restaurant.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBtgcU9DL24
Lukas, you squirmed your way into my life when I wasn't wanting or looking for anything serious. I even kept you on "seen" a few times. But then we did start constantly talking/messaging and my world has been turned upside down since, in the best way possible. I am a mess of a person, but I also know my worth. You treat me the way I deserve to be treated, and do so without me having to hint at or tell you how to do so. You love me for me, flaws and all. You get along with my group of weirdos and they adore you just as much as I do. The little bit I've spoken to those close to you, they seem to like me as well and I them. Our relationship has not been easy, normal, or slow; it's been difficult, crazy weird, and fast. But I wouldn't want it any other way, because it has led us here. Led to you getting down on one knee in front of the most important people to me, in the most beautiful scenery. Which led to the most serious and easiest marriage proposal in my virtual life ever. I say serious because we are together in real too, so when I said "yes" to you on sl its cause I can see myself marrying you in real one day. I can see myself doing all of these things on sl with you in real. Some of which we have since we have met in person and it was everything.
I always want more with you. You give me crap for always being tired, but I'm never tired of you and yes I can be just as cheesy as you 😜
Thank you for making me the happiest woman in the world and being the ridiculously amazing human that you are😘
I love you so much my soon to be hubby❤️💍
'Just living is not enough, said the butterfly, one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower' ~ Hans Christian Andersen
I have said many times that I am a colour junkie! I really am! LOOK at the colours in these blooms! This plant is a combo of purply pink and all the way through to pretty deep blue purple! I HOPE I can get it to survive the winter!
Having said that I'm not sure of this butterflies ID? In the Heliconius family perhaps, but which one?
This one has one white spot on the wings and there were some with two white spots. So confusing. And the Cecil B Day Butterfly Center at Callaway Gardens does provide a chart of their butterflies but it was incomplete.
Positive ID welcomed!
The Cafe des Delices near where we had dinner. There were quite a few cafes and restaurants in the area. It is a popular tourist destination.
"Look at the sun", said Weasel. The clouds that stood before the sun had taken on a soft, yellow tinge. Far out to either side the sky was lit with wisps of cloud glowing red and orange, ribbons of burning winter light, trailing into pale salmon.
"I wonder if in the country where Grizzly Bear lives the sun is setting like this," said Crow. ": I hope it is. I hope as we speak that this light, this colour, is streaming down on him."
In the silence that followed, Weasel said very softly, " It is good to be alive. To have friends, to have a family, to have children, to live in a particular place. These relationships are sacred."
~ from Crow and Weasel, by Barry Lopez.
Overlooking Dove Lake, Cradle Mountain National Park,Tasmania.
Nikon D810, Nikkor 14-24mm @ 14mm,
Several images blended for dynamic range and focus stacked.
Aurora is said to be the “antique capital” of Oregon. Some say the reason is because the Oregon Trail ended in Aurora. Others claim that the trail actually ended in Oregon City which is a little south of Portland across the Willamette River. Since the distance between the two is less than 30 miles. For myself, Aurora Mills is a kind of architectural “Disneyland”; part agricultural antique store and part curio outlet. In my college day I had a job running an agricultural mill from 4-midnight during harvest. As a mill enthusiast I have visited old mills from coast to coast from old and crude water wheels to converted monstrosities like this one. Other than this rambling structure there is not much sign that this was ever a mill.
...it was a dog's life?? It's definitely a cats life in this house. Lili posing at the bottom of our bed in the morning sunlight :)
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The 20th anniversary of INVISIBLE PAINTINGS by PAUL JAISINI
is the celebration of FUTURE FUTURISM.
PAUL JAISINI BORN TO SEE
FUTUREHYPERVISION
PAUL JAISINI THE FUTURE OF FINE ART
OPEN YOUR EYE! PAUL JAISINI
Open Mind – See Future – Behind Curtain – Now! PAUL JAISINI
VISION REDIRECTED
PAUL JAISINI
Vision Future Redirected Since He Started To Paint Invisible Paintings In 1994
SEE BEYOND RAINBOW! PAUL JAISINI
Message Received – Message Sent PAUL JAISINI
Rainbow Fade Away! PAUL JAISINI
YOU WILL LIKE WHAT I SEE! PAUL JAISINI
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The Wager..
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Prologue
“Sigh, Here goes it then, “he probably is still at that bar” …… I said with a slight hesitation, but with no whine in me voice ( for the record). I then promptly turned away and moved off , wading my way back inside…
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The tale
Ten minutes later …
I finally was able to make an approach up to the long scarred oaken bar, after weaving my way amongst the countless numbers of mingling guests, all dolled up for the evening. So I guess that is why I was not quite successfully keeping my focus on the task at hand that was inadvertently before to me..
Finally reaching me destination, I Ordered an old fashion (with rye ) and sat down next to him and said pleasantly.” how is it going Mate?”
He had been studying the dance floor, but at my greeting sighed and pulled himself away to look me up an down with a rather suspicious eye.
I met his gaze squarely, still smiling, avoiding the impulse to stare at the lit cigarette dangling from his lip. Being a pipe man meself ,I was a wee bit opinioned when it came to sloppy cigarettes smokers, especially those who left the bloody things cheekily in their mouths at all times.
“Wotcher” he said, a bit snidely I thought, since I was just trying to be friendly.
“Do I know you Guv?” He quizzically added.
“ Sorry.” I admitted, “ Thought you looked like a bloke I knew up Manchester way.”
“Not from there am I , guv !” He stated rather dismissively.
I ploughed on… “Well, one can’t always be right, can one?”
“Just getting a drink” I continued,” I see yours is out, whatcha be having ?”
“Highball” he said smartly, and turned back away. For some reason I was not surprised at the blokes drink of choice.
He certainly was most interested in the goings on the ballroom dance floor! I caught the Keeps eye and indicated a refill was in order for my new found ‘mate’.
By then I had mine and I took a long, gloriously settling, sip. “That’s better” I sighed, a bit too deeply probably, but my new acquaintance, with full attention back on the ballroom dance floor, paid my comments no heed.
He hadn’t asked me name, which was fine by me, kept me from having to remember the one I would have had to ‘ave made up. Nor did I care to know this blokes name either, though I was harboring a pretty good guess that it would be a rather recognizable one, either mentopned from the telly or tomorrow’s fish and chip wrappers.
But I could see I had lost the chaps attention….
“Pretty” I said following his gaze.
“What ‘s pretty ?!” he stated sharply, not diverting his watchful eyes.
I noticed that they were a bit shifty, his eyes, like a sly, watchful fox, and that they moved with a rapid constancy. Think a young Trevor Howard with Peter Lorre’s eyes, and you have the chap to a T!
“The dancers, mate” I said, “this lot is dressed rather elegantly tonight!.”
He peeled his eyes off the dancers twirling and swishing about, and turned slowly to me, a bit scornfully , “what did you expect guv, its full dress tonight, that’s why you and I have these monkey suits on, taint it?”
“Indeed sir” , I said agreeably with what I hoped was a winningly sincere voice, though down deep, to meself, I felt this prig deserved anything but politeness. Still I carried on, trying to be friendly.
“That lass in the green is pretty” I remarked, nodding in a direction by the far corner of the floor to where a rather petite lady with black hair, prettily clad in a shiny bit of a green gown, black glasses owlishly perched on her nose, and displaying a rather nice little set of shimmering emeralds, was dancing with a bird like bloke wearin ,of all things, a scarlet red vest.
“Personally, I like the way her emerald jewelry sets off against her gown!”, I added whilst pointed her out…
He had gotten his drink, and I noticed he had half drained it in one gulp, and set it down without a kind word, like say, thank you..! He was on his way to a real bender if he kept up with that pace I thought, eyeing the two other, empty glasses, collected at his elbow on the bar top!
He had gone back to his eyeing of the ballroom’s inhabitants, I could see his eyes flitting about.
“Whasat” he finally said, “The gangly bird dancing with cock robin? Yah,I suppose so.” He snorted at his own remark.
Then looking at me for a long second, he continued on.. “Like her jewels do ya than mate?” he said not bothering to hide the snideness in his comment .. “ Meself, Guv, I notice more than a sweetie’s bloody jewels !” He again chuckled dryly at his presumed wit, I did not choose to join in..
“Occupational hazard I guess, noticing jewelery .” ,I admitted, choosing not to expound on my drinking partner’s opinion, “I own a small jewelry shoppe on the village green.” “Nothing much, but it pays one’s rent.”
That opened him up a bit….
“I guess than a gent like you would prattle on about jewels” “Is that what brings you alone here these evening?” “I aint seen you out dancing with anyone.” There was definitely insinuation behind his words, but, therin, laid a delicate path I dared not explore, lest my incipient plan blew up in my face.
I gave no reply, and after the observation was spoken, let him continue on in his dry, sniping tone that I was beginning to realize was his normal manner of speech!
“So you just want a bit of a peek at what you sell guv?” “ Me, I just like lookin at the whole bleedin package, iffin you get my drift !!”
And giving me a weaselly little grin, he nudged me with his elbow with a mirthless cackling laugh , then turned his attention raptly back onto the thronging occupants of the dance floor..
Spotting a possible opening, I delved into the breach. Sink or swim time.
“So what do you do when you are not attending these rather posh affairs?” I asked, trying to keep a wedge in our conversation. Even though the answer was pretty obvious from the blighters manner of dress, and baby smooth manicured fingers!
“Nuttin” he said through gritted teeth, never diverting his gaze to me, “Don’t hafta work like a regular Git, gets a small allowance from me father don’t I! Not much though, old parental gents are too cheap by half if you ask me, livin in the stone age where moneys concerned!!” He literally spat out the last few words.
“Shame” I sympathetically pretended to agree , “but still”, and raisin my glass, said “cheers to being able to keep a roof over one’s head.”
We both drained our glasses in salute and I ordered another round.
After we were served, my new ‘friend’ , out of the side of his mouth since his eyes were glued back on the ballroom dancers stated wryly, “You like’n them emeralds? Guv ” , and I could see his eyes were again stuck on watching the lady elegantly wearing,( in me own humble opinion), the green satin offset with her brite glittering emeralds. “A bit too mousey for my taste”, He continued, “ole 4 eyes there, still, I wouldn’t say no to admire’in what she has under that shiny dress!” And he let out another little snort at his crude witticism.
Crude apparently being a trademark of all this Bloke’s remarks!
I choose to ignore his rather rude comment, and went on, trying to remain unruffled by my new friends rather blunt outlook on the fairer sex !
“I admire any gemstones that I can sell my dear sir.” I said causally, delicately, “ but there are other things that I will also allow to command my interest.”
“ Wjats you on about then?” He asked, reluctantly taking his eyes from the dance floor and placing his attention fully back onto me, as he looked me over like he had just now noticed I was there!.
I remembered thinking, yeah ya bleedin prig, two free drinks and not a thank you in sight. Picked a winner here, I did! But when I spoke, my words and manner of speech did not betray any of me thoughts.
“Well”, I admitted rather sheepishly, “In my line of work I come across many alerts from the constabulary about ladies who have had jewels come up missing, and asked to keep an open eye out.”
He looked suspiciously at me.. “The bobbies ask YOU about it?” he questioned.
“No” I admitted, “all jewelers receive the same circulars.” “But you see, the thing that peaks my curiosity at these events is to try and catch one in action!”
“Catch one what guv ?” he asked quizzically.
“Thief !“ I announced in a ‘everyone one knows’ tone of voice’,..
“You see lad, a good many circulars describe how ladies lose a bit of their jewelry at functions like these from time to time. It is assumed that the expensive pieces just had bad clasps, but me, I am not so sure that is the case, for it appears to happen far too frequently in these parts!”
“What else would it be guv?” He asked, his sluggish curiosity, finally, peaking !
“Well” I said, leaning in to him rather conspiratorially, “ I have come to a conclusion that there is a fraction of thieves out there that are able to lift jewels being worn by ladies, like these being worn here tonight, without being caught in the act! And I attend functions like these on the off chance to see if my thesis is correct.”
“Thesis?” my rather cheeky friend asked, not getting the drift. “
I sighed inwardly, thinkin entirely to me self that we will be here all evening if I have to explain everything to this most likely privately schooled, but still uneducated Git! I decided to go easy on the verbage with him from now on !
“Theory lad, a belief that, say, our lady yonder in the green frock could possibly be parted from her emeralds by one of her dance partners, if the bloke was of the mindset to acquire them in that manner.”
“And since she wouldn’t be suspecting it, said dance partner may have an eye for her necklace, and slip the emeralds away from around her very throat without her even noticing, until he was either long gone, or the emeralds returned to her !” I explained calmly.
“ You sayin guv?” “ that that swarmy cock robin bloke dancin with that skrawny 4 eyed bird, may be after her necklace?”
“Rot!” he smirked , taking his eyes off of the couple and onto me , “nigh impossible to do such a thing!”
“Besides”, he continued on, “ If someone was that interested in her jewels, why not just follow her out and do a complete job of it !?”
“A lot more risk involved being caught doin it that way Mate, not to mention it being rather obvious that she is being robbed! No, to do it this way a thief could come away scot free with the goods without any suspicions falling upon himself.” I stated in a quite logical tone of voice.
“But, a bloke would have to be a rather quick fingered one, like a pickpocket wouldn’t he now?” He questioned, his eyes back on the dancing couple.
And have someone to practice on, I thought to meself before answering…
“Nay my good sir,” I assured, “I think it could be done by the most common of thieves, I bet even non-thieves like you or I could do it with some success!”
“Blimey mate, your still half cracked barmy for even thinking that way!”
He sneered, but I saw him take a long, speculative look at the green satin clad lady, being waltzed merrily along the dance floor, completely unawares that she and her nicely shimmering emeralds had become such a rather unscrupulous topic line of speculation!
“Ten quid lad!” I said quietly under my breath.
“Whots that then mate?” He perked up while addressing me quizzically, “Tenner for what?”
“Ten quid Says I could lift that particular lady’s pretty necklace straight away, and not be caught out in the process?”
He thought about it for one long minute, finishing his drink in the meantime. “Don’t know guv, Bobbies may frown upon that!”
I countered, trying to set the hook in deep, figuring a bit of creative lying would be in good order to ease away his concerns.
“Not if I don’t get caught lad, and that necklace is only a cheap imitation. She probably got it out of a cracker jack box ,and being chintzy, she wouldn’t be surprised at the clasp breaking away an it falling as she danced, if sayin she would happen to noticed my amateur attempt, would she now?”
I could see he was mulling something over as I spoke, as his limp cigarette was bobbing up and down still clamped in his pursed lips. It was certainly a long time coming together, this blokes imaginary skills!
He finally nodded towards the lady in green, happily being swished around the dance floor in all of her innocence bliss, her emeralds making a nice show of it, sparkling on like they were , just crying out to be noticed and admired, which they were, and perhaps soon that sparkling cry would be hushed by an admirer !
“Suppose that gangly 4 eyed bird looks gullible enough to try it out on. Probably too shy, so won’t make too much fuss when she catches you trying!” He looked at me. “ And make no mistake bloke , you will be caught… and then I wouldn’t know you from Adam ! Make it two for one guv, and you are on a bet!” He snarked..
And like that, the hook was set ! Though, blimey, I had seen carp from the ‘Myths’ finally taking bait with less subtly!!
“Capital!” I acknowledged, “I like a good challenge!”
I arose, straightening my jacket and tie, and looking at the lady wearing the green gown, I commented, half encouraging to meself, “You are on lad!” And marched myself off to the dance floor.
The current song was ending and I caught up with my quarry as she began nicely swishing her way off the dance floor.
I had observed she had been dancing with several different partners , making that note after she had first attracted my interest, and saw she was now, once again, alone.
Laying fingers gently upon a green satin clad shoulder, I gently touched her from behind. She turned and with a rather fetching demure look ,caste me a pair of questioning hazel coloured eyes. Said eyes were rather enticingly enlarged by being behind the thick lensed black glasses she was wearing.
“Care to dance?” I asked, with some earnest, after all ten quid is ten quid!
She smiled, laying upon me an aire of innocence that rather took me aback for an instance…,then said sweetly “I am a bit worn out just now sir”
My heart dropped down to my feet at that!
Seeing my disappointment, then she continued with a perked smile, placing a gloved hand to her throat and playing with the very necklace, one which decidedly, despite my earlier comments, would not have come from a crackerjack box!
“I be guess ‘in that I can’t see what harm one more dance could do, would it then ?”
She spoke with a rather soft sort of Irish brogue, that was second generation at best, but had me hooked with its lyrical lilt! “Brilliant!” I said with heartfelt meaning, and led her back to the wooden dance floor as the orchestra was getting ready to start playing again.
A slow dance started up and I took her in my arms, keeping a discreet, friendly distance between us.
We made small talk, though I avoided talking anything about jewelry. Trying to think like a thief, I was figuring in me mind that if the plan was to be carried out with success, I, and my victim, needed to stay well away off the subject of the jewels she was wearing!.
I did, however, manage to steal several discreet glances at her necklace, a pretty thing, thin gold chain, set with a single row of emeralds divided by small sparkly chips of diamonds. It had a loose lay around her neck, bouncing easily along their perch, which was just nicely above the girl’s tightly satin clad chest. By the manner in which the necklace was moving about, It should slip off rather easily, if I was to now be judge of such matters!
After a few random comments concerning the evening’s doings, I complimented her on her pretty hair.
Which it was, pretty I mean, strikingly black, falling softly down to her shoulders where its curled ends swayed with a most delighting motion, not to mention the long emerald earrings that kept peeking in and out as they swung merrily from her hair.
I removed my hand from round her waist and lifted a lock with my left hand in emphasis, taking the opened opportunity to study her necklaces clasp, and to re-set my hand upon her rather sensuous feeling back side, gently laying it nonchalantly just below her shoulder. She appeared not to notice the change.
She ate it up, giggling with pleasure, flicking her hair back, sending the pair of those lovely ,longish earrings sparkling alongside her enchanting face, the whole effect made even more lively with those eyeglass magnified, doe like wide eyes!
She was quite a vexing, most charming thing, my dance partner, and the conversation flowed easily between us. She appeared to be an absolutely sweetly trusting soul, and I, with some slight reservation, made the most of it!
My hand twas still rested upon her back, and I slowly allowed it to travel upwards, watching for any sign of skittishness from my dance partner.
But she continued on chatting away, accepting smiles from me as silent answers , which was just as well, for my mind was set on other things, and any conversation requiring me too think out an answer would have intruded on my concentration, hampering me on the way of acquiring her necklace, and winning the ten quid wager!
Her long satin gown felt like heaven under my fingertips, and I was beginning to become pleasantly mesmerized by the manner in which it fluidly swished and fluttered around us as we danced. I had been waiting for an opening, when I realized that the dance music was in its final chords..
I decided I had go for it now! So I forced out a comment about one of the blokes sitting at the bar ( far from my fellow conspirator!), her eyes sought and found the gent out, then she fetchingly giggled in agreement to my observation.
Meanwhile my fingers had deftly reached up to the end of the gold chain hanging down from her necklaces clasp.
Ever so slowly I had been pulling it down, like one would a lampshade chain, and the whole affair obligingly slithered quite willingly descended on the slick backside of the smooth surface of its’ mistresses conveniently chosen gown, soon placing the clasp in my grasping fingers.
At the same time I was watching the necklace with its flickering emeralds and diamonds, from the front, as her head had been turned towards the bar. I noticed how the necklace was moving up, smoothly slithering along the sleek material of her pretty gown, praying it would not catch and draw her attention! The sparkling little beauty behaved, and gave its’ unawares mistress no fair warning!!
We twirled around and I led her to a far corner where a group of fake trees were clustered, giving me a bit of haven from the possibility of being seen making my final move!
My earlier peek had showed me that I knew the type of her necklaces’ clasp, now wedged in my fingertips, and having worked on many like it, believed this one presented no problem.
So it twas, with surprising ease given me nervousness, the out of sight clasp nicely popped opened, leaving one end of the expensive necklace laying over her shoulder, resting like a shimmery snake in the green grass, as it laid out upon her shiny green gown.
Then, in quick fashion, timing it perfectly as the song ended, I bought her willingly into a friendly hug thanking her, whilst at the same moment whisked away her necklace from around the high neckline of her satin gown, smooth as sliding a melting ice cube across the surface of a piping hot griddle! It easily slipped off, then fell safely away and was securely stowed away into a tux pocket before we had fully broke apart.
Shamelessly I smiled into her eyes. “Thank you luv, that was rather nice of you !” I told her in all sincerity. Removing my left hand from me pocket, and delicately took her green gloved one up to shake!
She looked down at our hands for one brief second, and I eyed the quite glaringly empty spot where her rather fine necklace of emeralds and diamonds had until so very recently had been dangling. Could it really be that easy I thought curiously to meself over it , briefly wondering also what would be in a real thief’s mind at successfully reaching this point!
She looked back up and smiled winningly at me as I innocently looked into her eyes. I could a bit guiltily tell she was truly clueless as to what had just transpired. She chirped back with her rich Irish brogue…” Pleasure was all mine, to be sure, kind sir, thank ye for the quite lovely dance, but now its time for a restin of weary feet ya know.” She slipped her hand, hesitantly I thought, from mine.
And with that she turned and I watched for a rather few elongated seconds as she swished her way off, almost wishing to meself that at the last minute she would notice the necklaces’ absence.
And in me mind I imagined be given a second dance as a reward for finding her lost necklace, or perhaps something even better may come of it …!
But she didn’t notice and was gone, soon melting in with the crowd on the opposite fringe of the wooden dance floor. And all my imaginings evaporated with her…
I found me heart was pounding, and I forced meself to turn away, and head back before any undue attention was given to me, THERE standing there like a loon with the lady’s still warm necklace in me jackets’ pocket! Some thief! We hadn’t even exchanged names, which would have been a quite natural thing to do if one was trying not to appear doing anything out of the ordinary! It’s a wonder she hadn’t noticed and start to wonder… Maybe she was? And I pictured how she had played with the necklace as I had asked her to dance. Blimey, I wasn’t out of the woods yet, was I!.
I made me way quickly to my newly made mate at the bar , intending to collect me winnings.
“That was easy!” I lied as I regained my seat and took a long sip of me drink, trying to appear calm..
“Codswallop” He said unhappily, not bothering to reach for his billfold! “ Knew the twit was gullible, but not that stupid, she never cought on , did she now?”
“Apparently not.” I admitted. “ But it does prove true what I was saying earlier, and if a rank armature like me could pull it off, then just think about what a regular thief could do, rather proved me point, don’t it now!”
“Its not Cricket guv.” Was his response, and he drained his glass and set it down sharply
He singled to the Barkeep by fidgeting with his empty glass, ordering another. Just for himself, apparently buying others a drink was not in this Blokes mindset, as well as paying off his depts.!
“Bye the bye, what do you do now with her necklace guv?” He asked accusingly, looking down at his fresh drink. “Or are you one of them thieves…!?”
“Not hardly sir, I’ll turn it over to security at the door, found it just laying here on the floor don’tcha know sir…” I mimicked.
Then ,with a co-conspirator’s smile, I lied again.. “Like I said me lad, it’s a cheap bit of rhinestones! Otherwise I probably would have been too nervous to accomplish it!”
He hesitated, I could see he was stalling about something, and I rather guessed it was over paying out , on the wager he had lost, which I had hinted at!
Not surprisingly, he avoided my hint, by asking one of his own..“ You think anyone can do what you just did guv?”
“Certainly mate” I said, “Look, she hasn’t even caught on!”
We both looked over at the lady in green. She had reappeared, joining a group at the far end, and no one being actually aware of anything amiss, let alone her own innocent self! Though I had to admit that I found the necklace’s absence from around her throat quite a glaring concern… But I remained calm about it ! The longer she took to notice, the less likely she would connect its loss with our dance, I reasoned with meself, almost feeling into the part of a suave jewel thief one see’s acting out on the telly…!
Turning to my co-conspirator, I said, half to convince me self, “I tell you lad, women think their jewels are safe whilst being worn. The last thought any of em would suspect is that someone can lift their jewels off and be away..! That’s my theory on how thieves with light fingers could operate on in my humble, uneducated opinion, and manage to get away jewels for keeps, not just to win ten quid on a bet!”.
I could tell that something was churning about in my now, quite liquored, friend’s narrow mind.
He turned his eyes away from the lady in shiny green gown, .. “Okay guv, You got away with it, but would youn be willing to double your winnings that It could be done again by you, say what?”
“Tell you what lad” I said turning the heat up on the situation. “ Lets make it more interesting, raise the ante to fifty on you trying it yourself next, victim of your choosing, and I will double it if you come clean away?!”
He picked up his drink, taking thoughtful sips, still studying my face, as his mind continued churning things about… “Actually guv, 100, two to one , that how sure you are I could do it? “
I whistled softly under me breath for emphasis, ”That’s about all I have !” I replied, appearing a bit hesitant.
“Com’on Guv, a rich jeweler like yourself!” He nudged me again, and let out a snide cackle, the cigarette still dangling from a sneering lip.
“Anyting but rich mate, but you are on!” I pulled out my notecase and counted out £ 100 in a pile, letting him see the thick wad of notes remaining ! “ Yours I said, if you dare try and are successful!”
And I shook is hand, watching a rather foxy grin spread all over his weasley face ,he openly drooled over the healthy pile of pound notes, his sodden cigarette bouncing up and down quite vigorously in his pursed lips.
Not a good poker player, are ye lad I thought to meself, keeping my face in an easy grin that no way betrayed what I was thinking !
I continued on..
“Whom do you have in mind?” I asked looking around with a conspirator’s aire?”
Soon I spied a rather easy mark of a gangly young lass, admirably wearin a tawny coloured taffeta gown, her tightly worn frock appearing as slick an easy a material to slip away jewelry off of as the green gown my victim was wearing so winningly! And this lass was wearing a simple, longish string of polished pearls, fastened with an uncomplicated hook –in-eye clasp!
I nodded his attention over in her direction, drawing his eyes from the money pile! “That fetchin lass over there in brown, one with them pearls, looks to be an easy enough one, dontcha think?”
He shook his head no, “ Nah, I think that blokes ‘er husband , and he looks a rather nasty git!” As he said this, his now drooping eyes had sought out and been staring at someone else.
“There, that lass in blue near to her!” he smirked, “the one dancing with the prat in white!”
I looked over, and acted as if I had just noticed her, though it had been pretty obvious that she was the one my ‘friend’ had had his watchful eye on all evening. I had just wrote it down to a rather jealous infatuation of a stranger .
She was a diminutive lass, rather provocatively wearin a short sky brite blue dress of sleeky silk, tightly outlining her not too un eye pleasing figure.
She was also openly sporting a nice collection of diamonds!
Authentic diamonds consisting, of a rather eye catching bib like, 3 tiered blazingly rippling necklace with matching earrings and bracelet, all glittering and sparkling with priceless prickles of colourful fire as she moved about. She also was wearing a vulgarly large diamond on her pinky, but all her other fingers were bare.
I kept mum about her jewels being risky real, and I wished him good luck, whilst appearing somewhat doubtful he could pull it off.
Because, for one, mine at least obligingly had her necklace laid entirely along the collar of her gown, but this one in blue had a ruffled scooped collar, her necklace laid out above totally on the bare skin of her throat!
Granted the skin glistened with a bit of sweat, which may make it a bit more doable, but mine had been entirely resting upon her green gown, never touching her warm flesh with it’s cooler gems!
This one, I wouldn’t have picked her for a first attempt! Not even a second or third attempt. It would take a master thief ( if they actually existed) to lift away that necklace off from a girl dressed as such! And in spite of all my assurances to my drinking mate, he was no master at anything, even sober, the caddish prig..!
That money may be as good as mine, if I could pry his hands from it!!
But, in the seconds that me mind played this out, he had quickly gotten up and beelined to her, cutting in abruptly and sending her dance partner wearing the unfortunate white tux, scuttling off.
Subtly , not! I thought, bull in a china shop that one!
I watched with wonder as they danced, the smoke from his limp dangling cigarette blowing hazy smoke into her face, and she scrunched her nose unhappily each time he did so.
He made her dance close, and had wrapped one hand, snake like, up and around her bare shoulder, his lips whispering close in her ears. She looked rather like a skittish colt, but surprisingly appeared accepting of her unfortunate fate of a dance partner.
But, by Jove, despite all his cheekiness , lack of sophistication and his victims unease, the twit actually started to pull it off!
His hand travelled up along her backside until it reached flesh and gruffly trying to pry open her necklaces jeweled clasp.
I really don’t know how she never felt it.
But, apparently, she didn’t and before one could blink (or wince), he had the jeweled clasp worked opened and had pulled the glittering necklace of diamonds up and over her shoulder!
His backside was now to me, and I watched the necklace, like a shimmering waterfall, drip dangling down from his fist behind her, its glittering diamonds back-dropped nicely by the blue coloured slick material of her dress.. Surprisingly, no one else saw it in the seconds before he managed to stow it roughly away in a side jacket pocket !
I watched him turn her around in his arms until he was able to make eye contact with me, and I saw him give me quite the ‘thumbs up’ look of triumph.
He then abruptly left her ,not even botherin to finish the song even, the twit was that much in haste!
And in that haste to make it back to the money pile, pretty much plowed over the green gowned lass, whose purloined necklace was now residing in my pocket! I reached into that pocket and reassuringly felt that necklace with me fingers as I watched.
Now, so abrupt was the encounter on the dance floor, that the poor lass’s glasses were knocked off, and she stumbled against him as she bent down to retrieve them.. He pushed her unsteady figure aside, as she looked up to him for unoffered assistance, causing her to fall onto her knees. As others came to her rescue, he walked away without a backwards glance, and came over to me, smirking widely with a pouncy, self-satisfied look upon his ( rather punch able at that point ) smug face.
Pay it up lad he said with a rather churlish grin… and I uneasily picked up the thick pile of notes and handed it to him. Than pulling out my notecase, extracted another £ 100 and handed it over also.
Apparently, he had all but forgotten the tenner he owed me for my venturous efforts earlier, but I let that sleeping dog lay quiet like.
“Nicely done.” old chap I freely lied , “Don’t forget to turn it in, im sure the lady will eventually be a missing that pretty piece.”
“No worries guv, she’ll get it back in due course!” and he slapped me on the backside as he gleefully counted my £ 200 worth of pound notes, looking all the world like a crafty cat who had eaten the gilded canary!
He was so sure of imself during the whole endeavor that I suppose warning bells should have been going off like gangbusters , but I gave no outward sign, my demeanor remaining icy calm, not an easy trick I will say at that place and time!.
I Just causally rose, and shaking his greasy, sweaty palm ( the one not tightly holding me money), lied again by sayin “ Smartly played”, and in turning, Saw that the diminutive lass in blue was gone from the scene, and so also missing appeared to be my lass in green with the thick glasses.
“Pity.” , I said to meself, would have liked to have ad a final look over at her, and her fine green clad figure , lit under those dance floor lights one last time…!
So, I just continued slinking on me way, walked dispassionately off to the far side of the enormous chamber, losing me self in quick fashion back amongst the throngs of gaily dressed, well liquored, unkowin partiers!
I was meaning to leave the premises via a back exit with its patio that led into the hedges surrounding the gardens.
As I went , I passed a non-caring security type on me way.
I did not bother to shatter his bliss him by stopping to hand over a lady’s emerald necklace and taking the time trying to explain how It happened to be in my possession. So with a nod, I just walked casually by, a bloke with nothing to hide by all outward appearances. That was me..
As I went outside, I felt the fresh breeze hit me face, and I breathed it deeply in, finally feeling free of all worries.
The end
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Epilogue ( For clarity ) ….
I headed directly through the gated opening in the hedges, my final objective was reaching to the far side exit of the lengthy garden that led off to the place where my red touring auto was parked.
A bit of a walk, but amongst other things, I always liked my bit of exercise.
I made my way, slowing down a tad and admiring the flowers and rather ornate fountains that made up this hedged in, proper little English garden.
I had one at home behind the cottage, but nothing on this scale, just a brick path amongst some moss rose and lilies, with a rather ancient wrought iron bench overlooking a small stone built pond in its centre.
I found meself automatically reaching for me pipe and pouch, figuring to contemplate with a long smoke as I walked. But immediately though the better of it, time was, after all, still decidedly of the essence.
Soon after I reached my objective, an turned to look behind me, no one else was about! I breathed a sigh of relief, it really was over !
I turned and exited through the back gate,
Suddenly, I was made aware of the sound of a quick swish of something silky, and before I could turn about, a very feminine set of fingers gently grasped my arm. For the briefest parts of a second my mind pictures the young lass in sky blue.
“Ta, my love, I’m here!” a soft voice with a lilting accent whispered cheerily behind me.
I turned and looked again into those rapturing hazel eyes, prettily magnified by her heavy black glasses.
“Ta, here you are indeed !” I enthusiastically agreed, and pulled her up against me, hugging again into her sweet figure, my hands , openly this time, relishing in the splendid feel of her luxuriously soft, shimmery green satin gown, and the warm cuddling figure it encased!!
“Apparently, some turd stole me necklace !” she whispered playfully in my ear, “ ‘ere now! By chance would ya know who the jester is laddie?!”
We broke apart, and as she stood there facing me with a rather smugly coy look about her, one hand on her chest, the other playing along her gowns barren neckline. I gave her ravishing figure a quick once over before my eyes finally coming to rest once again on the empty neckline of her shiny green coloured gown.
“Indeed, I do “ I admitted, patting me tux outer pocket!
She gazed at me as I admitted my sin, a rather lusting look I knew, and melted for over oh so many times past.
Nice to know that feelings were still strong between us after a five year partnership before being married, and now a full 10 years strongly lost in a wedded bliss. And what a lovely bride she had been… and still is for all that matters….!
I think her thoughts were going on about the same lines as mine, and may have led to us being rather a bit naughty right there an then…. But!
But, shaking our heads clear, we both peeked back at the empty gardens, then we looked each other directly in the eyes, and chuckling out loud together , proclaimed in unison, “Let’s get going!”
We forthwith went to the auto, and I helped her in being seated inside our small red coloured touring convertible.
Once she had slithered down, pulled in the loose ends of her long green gown, and nestled into the warm black leather of the seat, I closed her door. I than promptly got in on the right, and fired up the engine into life , and pulled off, leaving the place agreeably, as they say in the olde movies, in our dust..
About a mile down the road I looked up in the rear mirror, no one was following, but then, really why should they?
“Luv, we may actually have gotten away with this one!” I said cheekily.
I turned to my wife and she pulled herself from deep thoughts and smiled winningly, not breaking her gaze from the curving road ahead.
Hush lad, don’t go an spoil this luck.” She tenderly chided.
Her green gloved hands, which had been clasped upon her gown’s shiny lap , opened a little and I peaked at the wild glistening of the 3 tiered bibbed necklace of quite genuine diamonds that lay nestled in her gloved palms.
Whistling, I asked…“I assume that these are from the gents tux pocket ?”
“ Quite she said, and a rather easy pick it twas !”, “ Rather a rude ‘un wasn’t he!” She added, straightening her glasses in remembrance..
“ Yes, most certaintly, the self-centered wealthy young twit ! I said, then added “Absolutely agree on that subject !!”
“It was a good plan!” I continued, “Played out just as you said it would, dearest !”
“Happy out!” My wife agreed, “ when you pointed out her diamonds, I knew that the spoiled missey’s necklace was the best take there by far of the jewels stinglingly being worn by any of the other ladies! And Bob’s me uncle if those weren’t her maters anyways!“
“ Umm I said , possibly a bit too modern a setting for her mother, maybe a filthy rich admirer behind the curtains, so to speak..?”
“Could be luv” she answered studying the brite necklace as it lay piled in her palm, “ but moer’in ah disgustingly rich one than filthy he would be at that !”
Me pretty wife went on… “But, of course the fly in the ointment, was missey’s shadowing brother watching her like a hawk from that barstool! The poor thing couldn’t enjoy herself properly, let alone wander off anywhere alone where a person like m’self could be expected to acquire a bit of them jewels in a proper fashion!!”
Yes I agreed, and she wasn’t drinking, and didn’t appear to be needin to use a powder room, I sighed, so it was all up to me!”
She looked at me, rather meekly.. “So, what better way than to have her brother take them, and obligingly deliver them to us?”
“ I know luv…” I replied … “ at first I was against the idea, especially since it placed me in the spot light!” . I gave her a brief glance…”You, after all my lovely one, are the actress in the family !”
My wife laid a hand upon my shoulder, with a gentle squeeze… “ I was knowin you could do it luv, and the gambit was well worth its outcome if successful, which so far, it has!” She said, basically apologizing for placing me in such unfamiliar waters…
“And it only cost did a mere 200 quid I added triumphantly, for we both knew what the value of those diamonds would mean to the year’s family income!” Letting her also know at the same time there were no hard feelings over anything.. For, as I was to admit to her later in the sanctity of our lovers tryst, it had been rather a fresh spot of thrilling fun!!
My wife squeezed my shoulder quite in happy fashion.. “I think we are done for the weekend my luv, perhaps we should head on towards for home now ?“
“What about the black tie tomorrow night at the regents’castle then Luv?” I asked half curious, referring to the rest of our plans for the outing. “Could do with a few gems other than diamonds to work with.?
“And I thought you still were a wanting the opportunity to play out the ‘Damsel in Distress’ routine we’ve been working on ?”
I stole over a glance as I said this, half hoping I could change her mind and be game for it.
She slipped her arm in mine and drawing her sweet self close to me murmuring, purposefully deepening her rich Irish brogue, purrngly said ..”I think we have done a rather good bit of business for this trip laddie!”
“Not often we have a big score this early! And its more’in enough laddy of mine, that we can afford to skip over the other things for now? New routines can wait, Dontcha agree wit me now m’ lad?” She ended with a hopeful beckoning sorta look , a winning weapon that most wives are quite adept at using from their wily arsenal of emotional tugs….
As me wife looked up into my eyes before continuing , I automatically smiled, never being one to resist that type of bait….
“That’s it than, I can see you agree, Darling, On Home to Badger’s Drift it is now!”
“And If you be wanint any more jewels stolen, you can continue to practice on me!” she had leaned up and over, as she whispered cheekily, her lustily breath tickling my ear as a long jeweled earring intentionally was allowed to hit me alongside a cheek.…!!!
“ OK, Let’s not press our luck on , correct me fine lass!” I stated in agreement…and , feeling a familiar tingling start down between me legs, responded by letting my foot push the accelerator, causing the purring old engine to rev it up and add a bit of speed to our journey!
I stole a glance upon the glistening gems piled up in her lap, as they rested majestically upon thier sleek bed of green. The taunting little darlings !
“Some nice dimonded set rings and earrings coming out of that lot, and that’s pure silver they’re setting in if I’m guessin right, when all has been said and done, we should find a right nice little nest egg ,my sweet!” I appraisingly observed.
“And a wee diamond bracelet for me efforts, luv?” Asked meekly the sole apple of my eye with a pleasingly euphoric grin… “ I can use it as part of the Damsel in Distress act you are so eager to get on with!” She promised eagerly to seal the deal.
I happily nodded my acquiesce.
I then heard me wife beside me exhale a long , deep breath while reaching up and pulling down the visor and glanced at herself into the mirror.
I than heard her say..” Have a watch for passer byes willa luv?”
From the corner of me eye I saw her gently lift up the diamonded necklace and fasten it around her throat, letting it dangle down whilst admiring the rather dazzling, quite eye catching results.
In a far off, wistful voice she said, “I guess I do now feel it’s a bit of a waste to have bothered being this dressed up for an evening and not stopping anywhere else?”
I felt a sudden rise as I anticipated where her thoughts may be leading upon at the moment “
“ Ya know mw love, we are going to be passing that muggy little bar on the wharf, the one we had a stop in on our last excursion, and…” She let her voice trail off, and I knew it was for me to continue.
“Care to stop in again for a final drink an our way home ?” I asked hoping I was right on the subject. “ And you can minx the natives with your finery..? Sounds like a plan me dearest!” I added, with a wholehearted voice of agreement
“Indeed sir, stop in for a bit of sup, a nip , then you can have a pull at your pipe and tell me how pretty I look!” She said all this whilst still watching the reflection of the diamonds in the newly acquired necklace screaming out their flickering brilliance in the mirror....
“A Jewel in the rough indeed you will be in there amongst the rather dicey patrons at the Poet and the Peasant Pub.” I said.
Brilliant she said, leaning into me, giving me an eyeful down the front of her rather perked features, now again tightly outlined the green satin gown as she grasped me arm!
My eyes also took in the emblazoned diamonds dripping down from her throat , my eyes winced at the brilliant fiery sparkles of the magnificent necklace! From a distance they had stood out exquisitely from around the lass in blue’s throat, but up this close they were almost too bloody dazzling !
I knew full well along what lines my wife was half fancifully conniving about deep in her desires… And wearing that squinty necklace out was at the center of them !!
I chuckled , knowing we both knew it would be a folly on, oh so many levels, to flaunt about any jewels my wife and I had managed ‘acquiring’ in such devious ways whilst out and about on our occasional jaunts we made into the publics realm for such related purposes..!”
But I decided to make sure by saying… “But you know my sweet , best not wear those diamonds…
“Righto party pooper!” she teased, “I really wasn’t planning on bragging them about….You recall why dontcha now.!”
Breaking away she slipped back into her seat, with a deep sigh of rememberance, before contemplating somberly with a shiver..
“But then, ending an evening in me pretty dress by being lured out and waylaid in a back alleyway by those thievin ruffians once in me life was enough, a second time may spoil the currant mood a bit anyhow, not to mention the loss of these pretties you worked so hard for, husband of mine!!”
Out of the corner of an eye I had watched her unhappily undo the fiery necklace and place it back into her smooth lap, and then, as she spoke, opening the cars glove case.
My wife reached in and popped open a small secret panel in the back. Pulling out a small black velvet pouch, she carefully poured the sparkling necklace inside, then placed the plump pouch back inside the hidden niche, and securely closed the secret panel. I heard her sigh unhappily as she did so….. and knew her mind was heading into a darker corner of past experiences…
“Tell you what me luv, how bouts I make a close copy in emerald rhinestone of that necklace and matching earrings, if you wish, and we can add it to your Damsel In Distress props, along with your new bracelet?”
“Oh My Good Lord Luv, would you!” she practically shrieked grasping my arm in delight. “ Then once you have ready I will show you some new ideas to the damsel routine I thought off during tonight’s adventure !!”
“Capital!” I said grinning , knowing I had made some rather nice pointers with me lass , and it was always a lark working the bugs out of our routines together!
Finally Letting go of me arm, she sighed with deep heart felt enjoyment , and nestled blithely back in the leather seat, her gown rustling its song sweetly into my ears. She turned her head smiling mischievously at me, as, reaching down beside her, she brought up her emerald necklace that I had originally held hidden in me pocket.
“These will do the trick just as well anyways. “ she said, looking into the mirror with a smirk as she put them back on in the position they had started out the day place there by me.. “ Shouldn’t have married a pickpocket luv, let it be a lesson to ya, she smirked as she adjusted and admired the effect glittering emeralds draped around her neck.
Then my wife flipped back up the vanity mirror and turned happily to face me.
“So tis agreed all around then! Stopping at the Poet and the Peasant pub for supper and a nipper, than its off home to the Drift we go !“ She exclaimed this merrily, and with that she happily pulled off from their perch, the owlish glasses she had been disguisedly wearing and carelessly flipped them into the back jump seat.
Then,reaching up into her hair , undid her matching twin emerald clips (placing them with a smirk into my now empty tux jackets pocket),and pulled off her shoulder length black wig, allowing her longish hair, the natural colour of sunset cerise, to freely cascade down from its long held ,tight bindings of a bun… The wig soon joined in with the discarded glasses.
Again exhaling a proper sigh of satisfaction, I heard her promise , while watching the road ahead, “Once home We can then have a proper dance in celebration!”
“In the garden I asked hopefully?”
“ Yes you turd, in the garden…then ! But I stay fully dressed in me gown, this time right lad!? It’ll still possibly be twilight and passing neighbors may well see me prancing about in nuthin but a slinky whisp of a slip if you had your way !”
“Not daylight forever my sweet I said with conviction, and I feel a long dance… and snifter of brandy are in order.…!”
“And a bit more practice lifting me necklace, after your rather amateurish attempt tonight You could use it!” she sweetly chided, her hand reaching up and squeezing my arm. “But no worries, with my training I will make a proper thief of you yet luv! Just think of the possibilities…. !”
I could tell her mind was going somewhere with and I just waited for it…..
She turned towards the passenger’s window, looking out at the passing countryside….
“Remember Luv, later that same frightful night, the blonde tart in the green and black with the randy boyfriend? I sweetly lifted her pretty bracelet, but I still remember how close I twas to that rather decadent pendent she was flaunting about in everyone’s mug that night. What I would have given to ave had the opportunity to take it away with us! But what if you could have ad a dance wit her, with my skills. That necklace would have been peeled off that sully miss’s shiny blouse with no bother atoll!”
“I don’t know about that, my lover, after all being a plain shoppe jeweler is quite exciting in itself, wouldn’t you agree!” I wryly retorted, teasingly…..
Than added an afterthought….
“But than again , why should you always be the one havin all the fun my lass!”
“Always the spotter and never the Grooms man probably could make one a bit of a bore “
I stole a grinning glance at her, and she turned to face me while playfully sticking out her tongue at me …. “
Words well-spoken my kind, thievin sir !” she then brightly teased, subtly poking me in the ribs, while giving me the most wicked of instigative winks!!
“We’ll have you slippin off me necklaces, bracelet , brooches and such in no time, won’t we now.!” She said britley into the mirror . She had retrieved an old camels hair brush from the autos compartment and was working on her longish red hair, bathed as it was caught the sunlight, making things ready.
I steadfastly put my eyes fully back on the road. “ I assume you don’t mean just slipping ‘em off while dancing?” I said mysteriously, not bothering at that time to explain the rather interestingly enticing paths of thoughts her statement had thrust in me imagination.”
A long ,knowingly enduring sigh, was all I received in form of an answer from my pretty lass , blissfully squirming about in the seat beside me, her long gown whispering its silken murmer!
We sped off, soon putting many miles between us and the soon to be quite surprised, rather mangy cigarette slobbering, empty pocketed blighter !
The snarky brother to the now strikingly bare necked lass in the blue silk dress , whose extravagant necklace would soon appear on a flyer announcing yet another mysterious vanishing of a ladies jewels!!! ….
Good riddance to ‘em, I said under me breath and turning off the main road, drove on down towards the harbor front.
Fini….
For now
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Always looking for fresh plots to place my characters in. If an idea comes to mind using this husband and wife team, by all means , drop a line. Or better yet, every permission given to steal them for a story and photo op of your own!
All that is asked is that any efforts be placed in our group to receive proper acknowledgements !
This poor girl was getting really tired of this male chasing her all over the place and finally started fighting back. I wish you could hear all the growling and grunting they were making while fighting. This happened right after the chase picture I posted earier and they were not very far away from us.
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(Yes I know, I said I wouldn’t post yet, but maybe there’s exceptions because I don’t have shifts today and on Monday. I hope you enjoy the prequel/prelude.)
The bloody feeling of shite smogs never felt great. May’s never been that cold. Backburners. Or that’s what they call it now.
Man: “Fancy some fun tonight? It’ll be worth your while…”
Rowena: “Piss off.”
Sentimentally, that’s what I’m doing, walking down the streets of London. Last two years were a tough cookie trying to help some damn clients fix things. When they didn’t pay me enough I worked as the bondswoman. I’d add hitwoman up the list given my skills—if I did I’d be interrogating a oil tycoon in a bar in Liverpool.
And now it’s full of scum. My last trip to France didn’t fare well on me, I should have chosen Hong Kong. That’s where ol’ gran was from. Love me some Cantonese too.
Second man: “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,”
Rowena: And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, and often is his gold complexion dimm’d;—“
Second man: “Alright, stop there. Pass. Ironic isn’t it, Rowie? The weather...”
Rowena: “Stop calling me Rowie, Jones. I didn’t like Shakespeare much...”
Jones: “Heh, Rowan. I prefer Row but Rowie sounds great.”
Rowena: “How’s it going with the lad over there?”
Jones: “Mate’s high on acid. Beware he might shoot some lasers outta his fingers.”
Within 30 minutes I’ve already met three different kinds of men on the street. There’s the drunkard, and recently the trippy one. Jones however, is someone different. A hacker for sure, he likes reciting poems and blabbering in riddles. Kinda like that DC villain.
Rowena: “Don’t call the cops. Be steady. We’ll let him lash out then stop him. By the way, you gonna upload that art right?”
Jones: “Sure fam. I got a hot minute. Might be against the rules, but people can see what she did at least.”
Rowena: “She’ll sue us for the painting...”
Jones: “C’mon Rowie, copyright’s not a big thing these days anymore. Kinda irrelevant. Least we’ll be labelled like Robin Hoods...”
Rowena: “Doing it for the charity fund then? She’s clincally braindead, no shite we can do either....”
Jones: “There we go. Bollocks our culture’s going downhill these years. I’ll click that button and share the art.”
If I knew it’s the best internet, it couldn’t be Flickr. Way to know that’s a shite site. Probably a online delivery to the Louvre gets it spread and her wife gets the rest from the testimony.
But anyways, I can’t be too sure if that guy’s a vamp. Or a lycan, but people call em lucans cos of the banned words. Government’s idiocracy slides through the textbooks too.
Not too soon. I think I sensed the fucker through my heat vision. He seems startled by Jones’ clock which shouldn’t have rang at this point. Fuck. We’re compromised. Now the bar is turning into the bloody fight.
Might like the sound of it even if he pulls out a gun, but I don’t care if the patron gets hurt. Lad owes me money too.
Jones: “You brought anything to the table yet?”
Rowena: “Absolutely. One of em owes me rent. I’m chuffed to see him here.”
Jones: “What are you waiting for? You got the axe ready yet?!”
Rowena: “Never say never.”
Then it’s gonna be a blast.
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