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Churlish Stories for Curious Children
The Remisier Caper
Acte Two
Quickly the two women move from the kitchen and up the back stairs, moving past the locked, still-silent, study, reaching the dimly lit corridor in the wing where the guest bedrooms are located
Lightening flashes outside, adding an ominous feeling to the already electric air.
As the pair stalked down the hall, Emilee instructed her friend as to where Cecelia hides her jewelry case.
Her diamond tiara is locked in the hidden safe inside Sir Reginald’s study.
Much to her dismay, Emilee will not be helping rob this room. Cecelia must not be made aware the French maid has had any part in this.
So Emilee asked a favour.
“In the wardrobe, a long-sleeved white satin blouse with the ruffles. Please Mon Ami?”
The thief had winked, pulling out the torch from her kit.
Reaching the target, the maid stands guard outside in the hallway as the thief carefully opens the door and slips inside.
Inside the room, turning on her torch, the thief sweeps the interior.
Cecelia is fast asleep in her bed, elegant in a long white satin nightgown, as she lays out upon the purple satin sheets.
Her pretty evening gown is over a high-backed velvet-covered chair.
Fire flashed from the diamonds hanging around the sleeping girl's throat. The rest of her diamonds lay in blazing glory, invitingly sprawled out upon the room’s vanity.
The thief approaches the bed, and the wind outside shrieks as a crack of lightning illuminates the room, waking the sleeping girl.
Her eyes sleepily open, then go wide as she sees the masked intruder at her bedside. The thief puts a finger to her lips, and motions the girl to come off the bed.
Cecelia, still not fully awake, limply obeys, and the thief leads her to the chair. There, using one of her victim’s long satin gloves, she is gagged and with a rope, her satin-clad figure is quickly tied up.
As the victim watched, paralyzed with fear, the thief pulls off a satin pillowcase and going to the vanity sweeps off her glittering diamonds down inside it.
Then, as Cecelia whimpered, the masked thief leans down and opens the drawers of her vanity.
Of course, looking back at her captive as she does, not wishing her snooty victim to miss the show.
Reaching the bottom drawer, the thief see’s Cecelia uneasily struggling against her well-tied ropes.
Smiling, the thief quickly pulls out the silky clothes on top. At the bottom lies the prize.
Quickly several velvet-covered cases are extracted and opened with their shimmery contents dumped out inside the pillowcase. Then the cases are carelessly discarded off to the side, adding to the silky underthings already littering the floor.
Hearing the tied-up Celia trying to talk with muffled unclear words, the thief turns and faces the poor girl.
“Don’t worry luv, after I’m done cleaning you out, I’m sure that maid I saw in the dining room will be in to clean it up for you.
Turning back, the thief opens the last, and by far, largest velvet case, a royally dazzling display of large emeralds and diamond set jewellery almost blinds the thief’s eyes.
The case is closed and then added to the loot.
Holding the pillowcase, the masked intruder goes to the wardrobe. Opening it she reached and begins pulling out and checking over the designer dresses and gowns inside. Casually casting them off to the side as she goes do.
Coming to the white ruffled satin blouse she sees there is a black onyx pin holding the high-necked satin bow in place. Perfect.
She takes it to a full-length mirror and holds the blouse up, seeing Cecilia’s wretchedness reflected behind her in the mirror.
She doesn’t feel sorry for the bound and gagged lass.
The thief, in planning this little caper, had learned about the spoiled Cecilia’s tyrannical attitude towards, well, everyone and everything. Her personal servants, as well as her horse, and the family pets, have the scars, both real and emotional, to prove it.
Stuffing the blouse inside the pillow case the thief moves over to the tied-up girl and lifts the diamonds hanging down around her throat. The thief sees the pricy gems sparkling in Cecelia’s wide-open eyes.
The thief then reached back with her free hand and undid the clasp. Saying to her squirming victim as she pulls off the necklace.
“Very nice my haughty lady. I doubt any of the other guest rooms will have anything this nice. Hopefully, I’m wrong.”
She tweaks the poor girl's cheek, then pats thoroughly down her satin-clad, totally compliant figure, deliberately feeling along every bump and bulge for any more of the young lady’s valuables. Nothing is found, but the thief is by no means disappointed.
The thief cuts off the torch’s beam. Pulling off the satin pillowcase from a second pillow, the thief leaves the room as another flash of lightning ominously lights up the bedroom.
Giving poor Cecelia a backside view of the departing thief carrying away the pillowcase full of her heirloom quality jewellry.
The weak-minded girl finally passes out cold from all the anxiety.
The masked thief heads out the door into the hallway where Emilee keeps watch, standing along the wall beside the door.
The thief nods as Emily licks her lips looking at the small bulge at the bottom of the satin pillowcase.
The thief opens it up, and Emilee gives a squeal seeing the blouse she had so coveted while seeing Cecilia wearing it the day before, as well as the bewitching jewelry piled inside the pillowcase.
The thief gently chided her partner in crime, saying as she jovially rubs her shoulder.
“Quit your droolin lass, plenty of work ahead of us this evening.
Lightening again flashes as they begin to scurry down the hallway.
Quickly the pair then enters each of the occupied guest rooms located down the hallway. With a methodical determination, each room is picked clean of any jewels, money, and small valuable items.
It is quick work, with the upstairs maid Emilee pointing out where the lady guest’s better jewels are kept, they both make a fast, quite accurate, job of it.
Like Cecelia, Rose Buxton had her valuable jewels hidden away at the bottom of a vanity drawer full of lingerie.
Lady Susan Macready had her better baubles in a soft-sided jewelry case under her bed’s Pillow.
Diane, Spencer’s fiancé, had a private room, and her good jewelry was in a case conveniently left open on her vanity.
Mrs. Marlene Cabot—Hinny’s overly expensive ‘borrowed’ diamonds from the jewelry shoppe, were found tucked inside a suitcase hidden under the bed.
Emilee grins as the jewels are located and added to the growing loot being added to the satin pillowcase she is holding, her mind going to the ladies in the Parlour downstairs, totally oblivious as to the robbing of their valuables that is occurring above their high held heads.
Cases of sparking jewels are located and dumped into the satin pillowcase. Purses are riffled, bedside drawers checked, and looted of valuables.
Each room entered is left picked clean with expert prowess.
Finishing plundering the last guest room, the pair slink past the study, to the master bedroom next door.
Both enter the stately outfitted room.
Standing as the thief sweeps her torches’ beam. All the light touches conveyed a sense of glamour and very upper-class level wealth.
As with the guest rooms, the pilfering is methodically fast and easy with the Maid’s help.
Quickly the thief is shown the large jewelry amour, and it is opened, showing off a massive collection of jewelry in all styles, and shapes, made with pricey metals and some set with mesmerizing gems. No costume jewelry here. Two pairs of hands begin pulling off from hooks and emptying small drawers, brim full of expensive baubles.
Madeline’s good jewels are kept in the study safe. Next on the list.
The vanity is also ransacked.
A gold mirror, brush and several silver compacts are taken. Several wallets are found, then quickly emptied of cash.
Everything is placed in the same pillowcase.
Last is lord Reginald’s nightstand. Cases of watches, rings, and cuff links are found and emptied. A gold clip with folded notes is found, as well as four billfolds containing notes. All added to the growing pile of loot.
The thief looks around, itching to be done here and tackle the study.
The lightning flashes outside, coming a little more frequently, are adding a feeling of impending foreboding to the thief’s intoxicating “cat burglar’s dance” this evening.
“Anything else? what about the closets, worth it in this room?”
“Oh yes, I Bet there are Lovely things in there that were not in the others… Here
Let me show you”
Emilee opens a double door exposing gowns dresses and other fine designer apparel of all makes and material
Emilee starts on one end, her partner on yet other. Feeling for any broaches or pins. They are treated for their efforts by finding a solid gold broach set with dripping pearls and a pair of diamond clips from a very pretty satin evening gown.
“That’s it then?”
Emilee nods her head yes.
“The rest is in the study safe, mon ami”
Her partner grins…
“Not safe for long then…”
They leave and head to the study next door.
Emilee unlocks the study door, opening it. The pair blink in the brightness of the room as they survey the scene displayed in front of them.
The thief smiled, picturing Emilee and herself as a pair of vultures, eagerly waiting to pick through the carcasses that were the bodies of the sleeping rich men strewn about the room.
Emilee showed her partner where the safe was.
It was actually a small vault, a full meter tall and half that wide, hidden in the wall behind a sliding bookcase.
Crouching down, the thief began the task of opening it.
Emilee took the now weighty satin pillowcase and went to each of the passed-out cold gentlemen in turn.
She skillfully began searching their figures. Almost like using a practice dummy, slipping her hands inside theri breast pockets, extracting handsome leather billfolds.
So it was a rather enjoyable, as well as profitable, undertaking going through pockets and searching in their clothes. Taking anything else of value, along with wallets… watches, rings, precious metal cigar /cigarette cases, tie pins , and cuff links were also nicked from the knockout-drugged male victims.
Emilee quickly located with methodical precision all of the unconscious males valuables, reliving the items from their persons, and plopping them inside the pillowcase.
To the man who had ordered “tea”, Emilee went to last, taking extra time over.
She slid him from the chair he was on and dragged him over to the open part of the bookcase. She place one hand on the lever that opened the bookcase to access the safe. Then she unzipped his trousers and stuck his other hand (after removing a gold signet ring) deep down inside his boxers. He did not stir during the entire ordeal.
None of them did, the knock-out drops that had been added to the gift bottle of brandy would keep them all out for hours.
The thief in the meantime had opened the safe and was stacking the contents on the floor beside her. Piles of banded notes, bonds, and 2 score of jewellery cases. Including 3 that held gem-encrusted tiaras, had all been found inside.
Emilee came to her partner's side and began opening the cases and spilling the contents inside the pillowcase. The notes, bonds. And a few other selected items were added on top.
As she was working on this, the thief moved off Lord Reginald’s desk and pilfered the drawers.
From behind her Emilee instructed.
“Bottom drawer, right. “
That drawer was opened, exposing a black military pistol.
The thief unloaded the cartridges, keeping one loaded in the chambre. She then stuck it in her belt.
The thief looked at Emilee...
“Done?”
She nodded
“Done, for the now we have coup de grâce… we go downstairs to the kitchen, then to the parlour…”
The thief nodded.
Emilee licks her lips. Tossing the masters keys to her partner
Catching them, the thief turns out the lights and locks the study door behind them as they leave
They head to the servants' stairs. As the pair reached them, Emilee puts a hand on her partner's shoulders.
“Juste une seconde..”
Emilee scurried done the corridore. Reaching Cecelia’s room she gives a polite knock.
“Maid, Mademoiselle Ceceylia?, ne vouliez-vous pas plus de sherri ?… more sherri Mademoiselle?”
Emilee turns to face her partner waiting patiently by the stairs. With a smirk, she shrugs her shoulders and scurries back. Passed the thief with a grin, then headed downstairs.
Grinning also, she follows Emilee down the back stairs to the kitchen.
Emilee takes the empty cart and heads down the hallway to the parlour
The thief lays the full pillowcase by the pantry door. With the other, still empty pillowcase, hanging on her arm, she leaves the kitchen and, from a distance, follows the maid down the hall.
The thief waits out in the corridor.
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Back in calm maid mode, Emilee wheels in the cart and starts to collect dishes
Lady Madeline is talking about how hard it’s been this weekend being down to just a cook and their worthless slag of a maid, due to the bloody holidays. The fact that Emilee was trained to be an upstairs maid and not a sever is completely not a considerate issue here.
The hostess looks up at Emilee, knowing full well the maid heard every word. She gives her maid a lecture before issuing a command:
“Emilee, I’ve rung you 3 times now. Clear the glasses Then tell the men we would like them to join us at the conservatory .”
“Yes Mum, and Sorry, I was checking on jeune femme Cecelia upstairs. ”
Lady Madeline is clearly still not happy…
“No matter. I think you should pack your things tonight. I probably will want you out of here in the morning. “
Emilee nods dejectedly, then begins collecting the empty wine bottles and glasses.
Lady Madeline’s mother Marlene then arose and says she needs to go to her room and get her wrap since she finds the conservatory chilly.
Marlene adds, looking at Emilee, as she walks out the door
“Your maid shouldn’t be bothering Miss Cecelia, I will check on her myself.”
Marlene no sooner walked out, than she came back in.
Walking backward, hands raised as the thief had the gun trained on the broach hanging from her shiny gown’s midriff.
Over Marlene’s head, The thief snarled a command to the rest of the occupants in the room.
“All right ladies, all of you line up against that wall…NOW!”
The startled ladies obey, their long gowns fluttering along their figures as they miserably line up along the far wall by the windows.
Here now, I’ll have that. Using her free hand the thief unfastened the heavy diamond broach wedged between Marlene’s bulging breasts.
She tried to protest, but in shock, words failed her, and she only managed a high-pitched squeaking noise.
Marlene is then boldly told to turn around.
Given no choice, with the pistol now poking her in the back, Marlene is pushed to go to the end of the line.
Outside lightning cracked, illuminated the gardens outside, casting an eerie light inside the Parlour.
The thief takes a step back into the center of the room, facing the elegantly dressed ladies wearing valuably shimmering jewels, lined up against the wall, all with their gloved hands stretched up.
“Now listen to me you miserable lot. I don’t want you on my tail as soon as I leave. So let’s begin by having all of you strip off those lovely frocks and only your frocks. You too maid, lose that pretty outfit.”
As a group, the ladies begin protesting, including Emilee. The thief points the pistol at the mirror over Marlene’s head and fires the pistol
The loud report, and cracking glass, made everyone jump.
“That was not a request, Strip out of the bloody things …now.”
Then, as if on a movie director’s cue, another bolt of lightning streaks outside, followed by a flash and loud retort, literally making every one of the victims jump again.
The ladies, getting the ugly message, begin undoing their luxurious gowns, letting them drop to their feet.
Emilee has to help a few of them unzip and undress.
Soon their elegant silk nickers, other rich shiny undergarments, as well as a bit of naked flesh, are all exposed.
The thief motions the pistol at the gawking maid stripped down to her bra and nickers.
“You, collect those gowns and pile them underneath the window. Move it.”
Emilee quickly moved to the beginning of the line, and reaching down begins to pick up the discarded finery. Taking the pile to the end of the room, she threw them all down on the floor in front of the window in a slickly shiny heap.
Emilee, then turned around to face the room.
Seeing the thief motioning to her with a finger, she hesitantly approached.
The thief tossed the empty satin pillowcase to Emilee, pointing her pistol at Susan, only wearing a two-piece thin blue see-through slip and top, and is first in line.
“Here maid, take this, stand in front of the bluebird.”
Emilee catches the case and goes to Lady Susan Macready, holding open the pillowcase.
The thief addressed all of her richly jewelled-up victims. Pointing the pistol with menacing intent at each of the semi-naked, satin glove-wearing ladies lined up against the wall in turn.
“ In case it has not seeped in, this, ladies is a robbery. I’ll be having your jewels handed over. This will be over quickly as long as you lot don’t quibble. Your maid is holding the bag in front of you, I want you each to remove all, and I mean all, of your valuables. I’ve been watching from outside. So I know what jewels each of you fine ladies is wearing. Keep your hands up where I can see them until the maid reaches you.”
The thief waves the pistol along the line of desolate, rich ladies, ending up back Susan.
“Go one bluebird, time to pluck off those glittery feathers. Stop that whining. Let’s get going!”
Hands shaking, Lady Susan Macready begins removing her splendidly shimmering sapphire and diamond set jewels. Ears, throat, and wrists are all soon bare. As her last of four rings are pulled off, she steps back as the thief looks her dead in the eyes, the ugly black pistol pointed at her.
The thief speaks, looking at Susan
“Nicely done lady, now get those hands back up.”
Next in line is ravishing red-haired, impossibly large, emerald green-eyed, Diane, who is now only elegantly clad in an ankle-length crimson red half slip…and nothing above!
Standing there, half-naked, she sighs deeply, her face crestfallen.
The thief looks at her as if just noticing her condition of being half-dressed for the first time…
“You now, my perky red-breasted chick, I’ll be having those pearls.”
Diane lowered her hands and began slipping off her ropes of pearls and sadly dropping them inside the pillowcase.
As she was removing her necklace and working off her long earrings, then bending down to let them plop inside the open satin pillowcase, her naked breasts put on a show worthy of any French burlesque tease.
“And what is it about real pearls against naked skin that makes them look so sensuous ?”
Undoing her pricey bracelet last, she miserably watched it disappear inside.”
The thief calls out, startling everyone.
“I thought I said everything. The ring hunny bunny, now.”
Sadly Diane struggled, then finally managed to pull free her vulgarly large diamond ring, letting it drop inside the bag.
Emilee managed not to let her glee show, keeping her mouth tight, her eyes emotionally empty.
As Diane reassumed her position, raising her hands back up, points high and perked. The thief then turned the pistol to Lady Madeline.
Madeleine, wearing a full mint green taffeta slip, started to protest but was abruptly cut off by the thief.
“Zip it, don’t start lady, or I’ll remove those delicious emeralds your so richly wearing me self…”
lady Madeleine, use to being the one giving orders, not being ordered about, feels insulted.
Thinking any minute the men should be coming to their rescue. She says with a snarly voice only the very rich seem to be able to pull off
“My husband will be down any minute, let’s see how Insouciant you will be then…”
Annoyingly, the thief does not answer, only gives her a haughty look, and motions to the hanging satin pillowcase her maid is holding.
So with a sigh, she drops her hands, then begins to unhappily remove her emerald bracelet and rings from her green satin opera-length gloves, huffily tossing them into the pillowcase Emilee is holding.
She then pulls out her earrings, and finally, reaching up behind her neck, unfastened her long dripping-down necklace, plopping them all inside the makeshift bag in turn.
The thief points the pistol at her head.
“The diamond hairpiece, please. “
lady Madeleine tried to reason
“But it’s not real, surely you can see that..”
“Then I’ll take a chance on being a fool by taking it. Be a good rich girl and it over…”
Reluctantly the expensively flashy real diamond hairpiece is pulled out and added to the unseen collection inside the pillowcase.
Lady Madeline pulls her fallen hair back with an evil glare.
Rose is next to last in line.
Her petite necklace of diamonds flashes with a beckoning brilliance as her figure is tightly outlined by her stylish blue thin silk lingerie, her thinly covered breasts heaved up and down with the anguish she is feeling.
Emilee moved in from of her, and the thief also moved in behind, keeping the pistol trained on Lady Madeline.
The thief then moved the pistol to point at Rose. She begins addressing Rose, though her eyes never leave the stern-faced Madeline’s eyes. Much like a teacher keeps an eye on an insolent child as she resumes her lecture after being rudely interrupted.
“Okay my lady, remove those delicious diamonds and make it quick now.
Rose lowers her hands and begins working off all her lovely precious jewels. Plopping them piece by glittering pieces into the open pillowcase.
As she does, The thief spied Lady Madeline taking a glance towards the door.
The thief points her pistol toward her.
“Lady, I told you, helps not coming.”
Then points the pistol back at Rose
“Let’s hurry off with those rings, trust me, you don’t want me helping you!”
With a sigh, Rose pulled off the last ring from her sleek blue satin dinner gloves, then steps back and puts her hands up.
The thief, with unabashed attention, looks over Rose, her figure perked, points nicely outlined by thin blue silk.
“Thanks, lady, it looks to me like you are feeling a bit chilled. No worries, it’s almost over.
The thief then finally points the pistol at Marlene, clad in a stretched-out purple bra and knee-length half slip.
“Now as for you my plump purple bird, ripe for the plucking, so let’s prune off some of your shiny trimmings shall we…”
Marlene desperately pleads.
“The other’s jewels are real, mine are not. You already have my broach, The rest is worthless. Can’t you see? Don’t you have enough already? You’ll let me keep them then?”
The thief grins:
“Like I told the green bird, I’ll be the fool then, now be a luv and remove them.”
Marlene snaps;
“You’ll never get away with this.”
The thief walks up to her, leaning over Emilee’s shoulder she picked up Marlene’s long shimmery necklace.
The yanks it off her throat, dropping it In the pillowcase as the thief hisses with a snarky tone of voice:
“I do believe mum, I already am….”
Whimpering, Marlene stands stone-still. Shocked to the core
The thief snaps out an order.
“You, Maid, help the lady off with the rest. That’s the girl…”
Then, struggling not to show her glee over doing this, Emilee reached up with one hand and pulled free each of Marlene’s diamond earrings, plopping them one by one inside the pillowcase. She then went for Marlene’s glittering bracelet, slipped it off, and dropped it into the pillowcase. Then taking Marlene’s white satin gloves hands, works off the lady’s rings. Some of which were actually her own, and not “borrowed”.
Emilee looks back to the thief as she finishes. Thinking to herself how she would have loved to have done a bit of poking and prodding along priggish Marlene’s figure while removing her jewellery.
The masked thief, still training the pistol on the whining Marlene, beckons to Emilee with a free hand
“Good girl, now Maid, hand over the bag.”
Emilee did a neat little act of not wanting to give it to the thief. She looks at Lady Madeline as if for instructions.
The thief clicks her tongue.
“Don’t worry about your mistress, Let’s be a good girl now, hand it to me.”
Emilee hands it over, her back is to the ladies, and she winks as she does.
The thief keeps a stone face. Grabbing the dangling bag, she looks over the maid's head.
“Ok, Maid. Open that window.”
The thief, looking back down, spots the thin gold chain and cross the maid was wearing under her frock.
Come, come, now Maid…No holding out. I’ll have that gold crucifix of yours.
Unhappily Emilee removed it and reverently hands it over. The thief placed it on top of the loot inside the satin pillowcase.
Pouting, Emily turns and goes to open the window.
The thief then addresses them all, pointing the(now empty) pistol at the ceiling.
“Now maid, throw them clothes all out the window. And no shenanigans for the rest of you. I may or may not be a good shot. “
They all start to protest, but the thief waved the pistol at them, and they immediately shut up.
The Maid is forced to throw all the gowns and her outfit out the parlour window. The windows of the parlour are higher than the dining room windows, 3 full metres from the ground.
Everyone is watching Emilee. As the last shiny gown is dropped from the window sill, they all turn back to face the thief, only to discover she was already at the door, leaving the room with the pillowcase containing all of their nicked jewellery.
As the silent group watched. The thief turned off the lights, casting the room in darkness as she closed the door.
She then Locked the parlour door, turned, and made her way down the hallway to the kitchen.
In passing, she tossed the pistol and the keys on the cutting tables, then heads into the pantry.
She takes the empty Remisier brandy bottle, and adds it to the pillowcase she is holding.
Then picking up the first satin pillowcase, heavy with the upstairs haul, she heads outside into the yard. With the dark umbrella of rain-swollen clouds threatening overhead.
Outside by the door, the thief retrieved her rucksack.
Stuffing the pair of now full pillows inside she sprints around to the parlour window. Looking up she sees the shadows of her semi-naked victims moving about in the now-lit room above.
The thief quickly packs up the gowns, including the maid's costume, piling them inside her rut sack on top of the satin pillowcases. It fills up nicely.
Keeping an eye on the window as she does, but as earlier, no faces appear.
Flipping the happily full rut sack onto her shoulders she sprints from the shadows of the hedges and races across the yard as a bolt of lightning rips across the black swirling cloud-filled sky.
Rain starts pouring down as she reaches the treeline
The thief keeps a quick pace as she makes her way through the woods along the riding path she now knows by heart, having snuck up it several times over the last few months. Good thing too, since the dark sky and pelting rain are making visibility harder. She dared not lite up her torch. Going with the occasional lightning strikes to lite her way.
She safely made the almost 5-kilometer hike back to her hidden rental car without incident.
The journey of her escape had given the thief plenty of time to mull over the robbery…
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Little chance Emilee would be a suspect, she was a mere maid after all.
The thief thinks over the plan that had been put into motion for this evening, it had gone like clockwork.
She had bought the expensive Remesier brandy through a dealer and poured it into a secure decanter to celebrate with it later, just her and Emilee.
She had drugged a much cheaper high-quality brandy and poured it inside the empty Remesier bottle, resealing it. She wasn't going to waste good brandy on that lot.
Then had packaged it, written the note, and sent it to Sir Reginald.
They had also learned of how the unhappy upstairs maid was being treated by Lady Madeline and had paid her, through an intermediary, to give notice a week before the ball.
Emily applied and was accepted immediately.
She estimated that the entire takings from the robbery would be well over 8 mills.
By the end of the week, she would be out of the country, the mansion haul placed in her Swiss bank safety deposit box. Giving the hot ice time to chill.
As for the gowns, what she and Emilee didn’t want for themselves, would find their way to an OXFAM Shoppe Bin.
She was already planning on picking up a pretty leather skirt for Emilee to go with the lovely white satin blouse, imagining what a sexy outfit it would be as a distraction while on a future pickpocketing spree. That would be a delicious treat to help and watch her at “play” lifting fat wallets from leering males.
After Switzerland, the thief would then continue on vacation in Germany, Italy, and finally, France, where in a fortnight she and Emilee had already planned to meet up.
For it was in France that she had first met Emilee, actually more of an encounter…
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Our Thief, a few years before, had been in France to attend a wedding. The fact that she had not been invited was a trivial matter.
A few days before the weekend wedding, She had been walking down a street located in a busy shopping district. A well-dressed lady came out of a store carrying a large bag in her arm, talking to a female companion. On the wrist of the arm coddling the bag, was a fancy gold bracelet. As the lady’s head was turned to her companion, the thief had “bumped up against the lady, her fingers slipping easily up the long sleeve of her silk blouse, reaching the bracelet, and whisking it off her wrist in the process of apologizing to her in broken French.
As the thief had walked no more than a block away, a young long haired girl in a bohemian-style silk dress bumped into her. Realizing the trademark, the thief felt her pocket and realized the gold bracelet had been lifted. The stalker had been stalked herself.
The young stinker made her living robbing pickpockets.
The thief quickly caught up to the young girl, and keeping in step, began a guarded conversation, dropping enough hints to let this young version of herself know that there was a kindred spirit.
It worked and lunching over déjeuner woyj, wine, and Salade Niçoise, discussed their similarities. At first, the conversation was very guarded between the two, but by the end, it was one that fast friends would have.
Emilee had begun working the streets at a very young age. Using her looks and long fingers she found pickpocketing to be a pleasing and profitable profession to pursue.
Then she took it a level up and began robbing pickpockets of the items they had lifted from unwary victims. She soon was able to pick out the more professional thieves, accurately figuring out that they would be lifting from a richer class of persons.
Then she leaned the skills to be an upstairs maid. Using this to not only make a living but for herself to also level up into a better class of victims to use her nimble fingers on, discreetly of course.
For when a wealthy married male wanted a romp with an attractive, witty servant. Emilee played the seductress perfectly. And after a night satisfying the crétine (Pratt), if his wallet disappears, along with some of his wife’s jewels, well who was going to risk exposure by pointing a finger at her?
So over the course of a few months, as their lier (bond) grew, the thief introduced Emilee into her world of rich society, fancy dances, selections of wealthy victims, lifting of precious jewelry and wallets, as well as collecting information to rob mansions and other fancy dwellings of the ultra-rich.
Soon the pair as a team was doing quite well. Their adventure’s proving quite profitable. Emily only needed to work as a maid when the situation required it. Otherwise, she was the outside watcher for the inside cat burglar thief.
So how had tonight’s manor heist materialized?
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While out on her own devices one evening, Emilee had taken a liking to a gold pendant worn by a boorish old lady she had spotted while “working” a reception.
She got close and as she watched the mesmerizing pendant, overheard what the lady was loudly droning on about, not caring who listened in, as long as they were impressed.
It appeared that she was claiming to be closely related to royalty, though her clothes and manner did not entirely back her story up.
But, smelling an opportunity, Emilee rolled the dice, changed tactics, and walking past the lady, easily lifted the wallet from the boorish lady’s designer purse.
She had contacted her cat burglar friend from wales to look into this, to see if this was a lead into something big.
It turned out it was the whole crux that lit the kindling which flamed up into the manor robbery scheme.
The boastingly boorish lady wearing the gold pendant's name?
Marlene Cabot-Hinny
And that would be the rest of the story.
Fini
The Dream Simulator for Evaluating the Unconscious Mind
The boundary between reality and dreams is loosely defined. The Dream Simulator allows the exchange of substances between these two realms and subsequently permits observable and objectified measurements of the unconscious mind. This experiment quantified the ability of the unconscious brain in sleep to balance desire and restraint. Alert subjects were motivated to avoid painful stimulus by restraining their desire to flush a toilet in their dreams generated by the Dream Simulator. Prior to induced sleep, subjects were given diuretics to increase the desire to urinate. Of the 50 participants tested, 43 flushed the toilet, 5 did not flush, and 2 refrained from using the toilet. The results are conclusive of the general inability of the unconscious mind to suppress desire.
I don't sleep for a moment, and as close as I get to unconsciousness is a feverous fit of half-dreaming. It's so hot, and I occasionally kick Thomas awake in my frustration. He takes my hand but he's even warmer than me.
We had planned to go into town to develop film, but neither of us really feel like it by morning. Instead we drink coffee and watch a TV documentary about the Special Constabulary and I am amazed at what people are prepared to do voluntarily. We take him home (he is visiting a friend for a few days) and my nan talks about anything and everything mundane on the journey back, so I close my eyes and up the air conditioning, murmuring assent occasionally.
The afternoon disappears, and all I remember is smashing a bowl and watching Oceans Eleven (which I love). I repaint nails and finish sticking years worth of film in a giant brown paper book, then go for a walk with mum in the evening and Amy splashes through the stream whilst I frustratedly try and take self portraits.
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" The trees reflected in the river - they are unconscious of a spiritual
world so near to them. So are we. "
..........Nathaniel Hawthorne ... ( 1804 - 1864 ).
.....American novelist.
I must have fallen asleep, for I was awakened when the half-expected , rather timid knock, was made at my door.
It was 2:35 in the bloody morning!
I rolled out of bed and opened my door.
She was standing there ,rubbing her eyes and yawning. I could see her opened door across the hall, light spilling out.
She was also still clad in her elegant gown, looking like a half awakened princess .
And there it was, her twinkling brooch. It still dangled from its position on the sash at her waist. Its’ frenzied sparkles appeared to be mocking my failure at taking it along with the rest of its’ mates!
She hadn’t even made it past the bed in her room before falling unconscious upon it fully clothed !!
What’s up I asked, a bit grumpily, for I had all but forgotten what mischief I had been at.
“My jewels ?” she said miserably, “Their missing!”
“Are you sure?” I asked
That made her think a few seconds before answering, her still gloved hand aimlessly feeling for evidence of the diamond necklace and matching earrings that definitely were no longer sparkling there like they had been earlier!
“Yes I am sure they are gone !” she said rather miserably.
“You took them off twit, probably still on your dresser. Now go to back to bed ! “ I answered, just wanting to do the same myself.
“No,” she said, forlornly shaking her head, “I went right to bed without taking anything off atoll, didn’t I, and she spread out her luxurious gown.
“ I’ve looked everywhere!” She pleaded.
“Was your window opened?” I asked, finally awake enough to from a response.
“Yes, its always open when I sleep, why?” she questioned.
“You say you fell asleep steal wearing your jewels, didn’t you!” I pointed out…
“It is obvious! A thief broke in and took them off you as you slept?” I stated, as I reached over and pointed at the place her necklace had been dangling upon.” Looks like he picked you over clean now !”
“No” she said, again shaking her head, “there was no burglar, and besides no thief could do something like that, I would’ve been woken up !”
“I don’t know” I answered thoughtful, “Someone obviously got the whole lot off you, without you noticing !”
She shivered, “No there was no thief!” she still insisted…
“Lets go and see” I said, and had her turn, followed her swishy gown clad figure as she swayed back to her room.
I asked if she had checked around the bed, she nodded yes. “Check again” I commanded and she obediently began looking.
As she did I went over to her opened window, and swiftly slipped her purse, still holding her jewels, from my jacket pocket and placed it out on the ledge. Rather forgetting my old plans, as a deviously new one developed, to make her believe a burglar had been in her room.
Sounds rather mean I know, but I was not fully awake enough to really reason out that aspect!
“You ninny I said, here is your purse ! “ She swished over to my side, and I pointed down.
She reached down and retrieved it, feeling its new heft, she opened it, revealing her waylaid sparkling jewels.
She than just stared up at me, disbelief in her sad puppy like eyes.
“Here now ,” I said, “let me show you, Go lay back on your bed” I instructed !
She submissively did so, easily slipping back up along the green satin comforter covering her bed. Then she looked at me blinking from her pillow.
She looked all the world like a sad forlorn young princess , like she did when I played my game with her that resulted in her losing her jewelry to me. Except that she had not realized that I was stealing them from right under her nose!
I turned out the room’s lights, laid the purse down beside her, then went to the opened window.
A stream of light from the moon lit up her bed, I could see her clearly as she lay there.
“This is what probably happened I carefully explained…”
“The burglar came in through this window” I mimicked it..
“ He saw you there asleep , and of course came over for a closer peek.”
I moved in, and saw her shiver as I approached, her whole begowned figure moving as she inched up away from my menacing dark shadowy figure…..
“He saw you were wearing jewels, and decided that he certainly must have them for himself.” ,
She had shrunk back as far as she could with my approach.
“He reached along, and began to..”
My fingers had glided up along her quivering figure till I had reached her waist, where I then lifted up her brooch.
“He than steals your…”
She cut me off… “There was no thief! “she insisted her eyes wide, but I could see the beginning of doubt creeping in her voice.”
“That cannot happen, burglars cannot take jewels like that , not with out waking a person up!” she tried to argue, herself half believing it may have happened like that!.. For indeed, she knew something had happened to her jewels!
Ignoring her protests, I picked up the purse from where I dropped it, went back to the window.
“You must have startled him and he dropped the goods as he was leaving, and an ran off!”
She had turned white as a ghost, trying to disbelieve in my words.
“No, it didn’t happen, couldn’t !” she vainly still trying on insisting my scenarios away.
“Tell you what lets try an experiment “ . I suggested as I turned back on the lights.
I laid the opened purse down beside her, jewels inside dimly glimmering .
“Put your jewels back on then, go to back bed, and in a couple of hours once you are back asleep I will come in and ….Li”
“No” she said, cutting me off… “I still don’t….” then she stopped talking as she saw the look on my face
“Your right!” I said assuring her qualms ,”There was probably was no thief.
She could see I was grinning
“You did it, you turd “she scolded, WHEN..HOW?” she directly appealed in a rather fetchingly imploring way…as she raised her arms up to me to help her up.
“Every thief has their secrets luv” I said, as she slipped off from the bed and stood looking up at me, then let out a rather wide Yawn..
I was looking her still begowned figure over, her brooch the only jewel left, still putting on a rather dazzling show as she finished her relaxing yawn, I realized just how long a day it’d been, and just how tired we both were.
It had, actually been a quite long event filled day!
Realizing that an answer was not forthcoming. She stated rather coyly “Well , I hope you are a reformed thief then.” She was looking over at her jewel filled purse, still unclasped, just sitting there regally on the green satin comforter of her bed ..
“Rest assured, I most Certainty am !” I grinned winningly, as I also stole a glance at the small gold lamee purse. “Scouts Honoure !”
She looked back, and caught my eyes on her bed.
“You are right lass, bed for us it is!” I said looking back at her.
“See you in the morning, then luv, its late, lets get some sleep !” I said, and she leaned happily up against me, to give me a hug.
I also wrapped my arms around her, relishing her gowns’ touch , as it covered her warm, slippery figure.
“Good night my sweet lady“ I said mimicking an actor from a movie and kissed her on the forehead, then started to leave, walking backwards.
“Good night thief” , she said smirking, as she reached back behind her with gloved hands, fumbling to undo the tied bow of her gowns’ sash…
“Here,” I said, “turn and please allow me.”
I went up behind her, as she obligingly turned her shiny gown covered back towards me, to allow easy access to the satin bow conveniently tied at the back of her svelte waiste.
She giggled, pulling her long hair away, as I tugged at her bow, making her move back closer to me, as I worked on loosening the satin bows knot.
So I can feel safe wearing my jewels around you than !” she said with another giggle, as I pulled the bow apart, letting the loose ends dangle freely down.
“Indeed, so you can my fine lass, “ I said reassuringly, as my hands had slipped along around her warm waist to envelope her in a friendly hug. As she giggled, I could feel her unseen brooch being pressed into my hand.
She leaned against me, clasping her hands behind my back saying as she faced away..… “I am so glad you have reformed Mr. thief…..”
“And I owe it all to you, being placed on the straight and narrow!” I answered, whispering to her as I looked back at the fat little purse on her bed to make sure it had not disappeared by slipping off of the green satin cover!
I released her from my grasp, and she unclasped her hands, slipping them back around, and tossing her long hair back, hitting me in the face.
It was my turn to laugh, and as I did, with a gentle prod, moved her towards the dresser. I said happily “to bed with you”
“Good night sir” she said still facing away, going over and bending down to open a drawer.
I back up past her bed, my hand gliding along the sleek shiny surface of her comforter, then turned to open her door, looking back upon her one last time.
“Good night “ I echoed, watched as she turned to face me with a swish. Holding her long silk, sapphire blue nightdress in a gloved hand.
She just smiled at me as I left, closing her door behind me.
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I stood with my back to her closed door, grinning…
I opened my left hand, looking down with satisfaction at the sparkling brooch I had easily lifted from her pretty gown as I had hugged her after untying her bow, which had effectively loosened the hanging jewel enough to get my fingers underneath!
So much for reformation!
I then pulled her unclasped purse , boldly reclaimed from its perch on her green satin comforter, from my jacket pocket, and slipped the newly acquired brooch inside to join the rest of her purloined jewels…
I congratulated myself, my mind already traveling to tomorrow, Sunday, and the stealing prospects it promised to bring.
I began to walk away from her door, stopping suddenly I turned and looked back.
I whispered out to the closed door.
Addressing the unseen miss on the other side, who would have finally removed by now, have removed her quite pretty lavender gown and exchanged it with her sapphire blue sleeping attire, and have climbed into her soft bed, pulling the green satin comforter up for warmth, soon to fall again into innocent sleep..
“ Lessons Learned Luv,” I whispered with devious intent, taking on my character for tomorrow …
“Never trust a thief, and certainly when wearing the good jewels, don’t ever turn your slick gowned back to one !”
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Another day and another memory from my times cross-dressed as a woman. I wrote the other day of my preference for cross-dressing in private. I have only ventured out as a woman in public very rarely. I lack confidence in my ability to look female and this causes me a lot of angst on the few occasions I have been out in public cross-dressed.
One should ‘never say never’ as perhaps my confidence may grow in the future, who knows! At the moment I have to admit the few trips out I’ve had have proved more traumatic than pleasurable. I just could not relax or believe I looked like a woman.
I have tried and failed to develop a female persona and appearance to work in the real world and to be honest, this is an issue I genuinely don’t think I can overcome. I promised my wife and family I would only cross-dress in private so the rare trips out feel like I am betraying their trust. I feel bad as I am not being truthful with them. I had not admitted I was going to step out the door dressed as a woman and trying to pass myself off as a female. This awareness along with my lack of confidence with my cross-dressing abilities is what induces the fear and traumatic experiences. Instead of elation I just feel fearful. In private I have none of that and experience real joy, excitement and pure delight. In public I feel a failure.
So let me explain this picture. I am obviously in a car in a public place. I did in fact venture out soon after this picture. In fact, I recorded two videos of this trip. What is interesting, in the second video I express I am happy about it. I can admit son after the recording my mood went in the opposite direction and the fear kicked in once more.
I was fortunate to be accompanied by a friend on that trip. She was looking out for me and kindly recorded the video and took the stills. I doubt without her being with me I would ever have gone through with what I did.
I did find myself questioning myself. I was not at all sure just why I actually had to go out in public as a woman? I think as cross-dressers many of us are unconsciously steered that direction. There are male to female cross-dressers who are confident and at ease enough to go out in public as a woman. I admire their confidence. Not all of us though have such confidence. It’s interesting that despite my enjoyment of cross-dressing in private I feel like I am a failure because I only dress in private and do not go out in public. I know I shouldn’t feel that but I do. Despite my feelings of failure I am not actually motivated to go out in public as I don’t enjoy the angst and betrayal of trust with my wife and family.
I do enjoy recording the videos as my female self and I think this is probably my best outlet for expressing my female persona. As for this picture, I was very reluctant to get out of the car when the picture was taken. I’m smiling with nervousness and I was feeling incredibly anxious and just wanted to drive away. The two videos are a brief highlight of the whole experience. I wanted to be honest and explain after my final words the whole thing became overwhelming and the happiness I expressed on camera was soon replaced by angst!
I must have fallen asleep, for I was awakened when the half-expected , rather timid knock, was made at my door.
It was 2:35 in the bloody morning!
I rolled out of bed and opened my door.
She was standing there ,rubbing her eyes and yawning. I could see her opened door across the hall, light spilling out.
She was also still clad in her elegant gown, looking like a half awakened princess .
And there it was, her twinkling brooch. It still dangled from its position on the sash at her waist. Its’ frenzied sparkles appeared to be mocking my failure at taking it along with the rest of its’ mates!
She hadn’t even made it past the bed in her room before falling unconscious upon it fully clothed !!
What’s up I asked, a bit grumpily, for I had all but forgotten what mischief I had been at.
“My jewels ?” she said miserably, “Their missing!”
“Are you sure?” I asked
That made her think a few seconds before answering, her still gloved hand aimlessly feeling for evidence of the diamond necklace and matching earrings that definitely were no longer sparkling there like they had been earlier!
“Yes I am sure they are gone !” she said rather miserably.
“You took them off twit, probably still on your dresser. Now go to back to bed ! “ I answered, just wanting to do the same myself.
“No,” she said, forlornly shaking her head, “I went right to bed without taking anything off atoll, didn’t I, and she spread out her luxurious gown.
“ I’ve looked everywhere!” She pleaded.
“Was your window opened?” I asked, finally awake enough to from a response.
“Yes, its always open when I sleep, why?” she questioned.
“You say you fell asleep steal wearing your jewels, didn’t you!” I pointed out…
“It is obvious! A thief broke in and took them off you as you slept?” I stated, as I reached over and pointed at the place her necklace had been dangling upon.” Looks like he picked you over clean now !”
“No” she said, again shaking her head, “there was no burglar, and besides no thief could do something like that, I would’ve been woken up !”
“I don’t know” I answered thoughtful, “Someone obviously got the whole lot off you, without you noticing !”
She shivered, “No there was no thief!” she still insisted…
“Lets go and see” I said, and had her turn, followed her swishy gown clad figure as she swayed back to her room.
I asked if she had checked around the bed, she nodded yes. “Check again” I commanded and she obediently began looking.
As she did I went over to her opened window, and swiftly slipped her purse, still holding her jewels, from my jacket pocket and placed it out on the ledge. Rather forgetting my old plans, as a deviously new one developed, to make her believe a burglar had been in her room.
Sounds rather mean I know, but I was not fully awake enough to really reason out that aspect!
“You ninny I said, here is your purse ! “ She swished over to my side, and I pointed down.
She reached down and retrieved it, feeling its new heft, she opened it, revealing her waylaid sparkling jewels.
She than just stared up at me, disbelief in her sad puppy like eyes.
“Here now ,” I said, “let me show you, Go lay back on your bed” I instructed !
She submissively did so, easily slipping back up along the green satin comforter covering her bed. Then she looked at me blinking from her pillow.
She looked all the world like a sad forlorn young princess , like she did when I played my game with her that resulted in her losing her jewelry to me. Except that she had not realized that I was stealing them from right under her nose!
I turned out the room’s lights, laid the purse down beside her, then went to the opened window.
A stream of light from the moon lit up her bed, I could see her clearly as she lay there.
“This is what probably happened I carefully explained…”
“The burglar came in through this window” I mimicked it..
“ He saw you there asleep , and of course came over for a closer peek.”
I moved in, and saw her shiver as I approached, her whole begowned figure moving as she inched up away from my menacing dark shadowy figure…..
“He saw you were wearing jewels, and decided that he certainly must have them for himself.” ,
She had shrunk back as far as she could with my approach.
“He reached along, and began to..”
My fingers had glided up along her quivering figure till I had reached her waist, where I then lifted up her brooch.
“He than steals your…”
She cut me off… “There was no thief! “she insisted her eyes wide, but I could see the beginning of doubt creeping in her voice.”
“That cannot happen, burglars cannot take jewels like that , not with out waking a person up!” she tried to argue, herself half believing it may have happened like that!.. For indeed, she knew something had happened to her jewels!
Ignoring her protests, I picked up the purse from where I dropped it, went back to the window.
“You must have startled him and he dropped the goods as he was leaving, and an ran off!”
She had turned white as a ghost, trying to disbelieve in my words.
“No, it didn’t happen, couldn’t !” she vainly still trying on insisting my scenarios away.
“Tell you what lets try an experiment “ . I suggested as I turned back on the lights.
I laid the opened purse down beside her, jewels inside dimly glimmering .
“Put your jewels back on then, go to back bed, and in a couple of hours once you are back asleep I will come in and ….Li”
“No” she said, cutting me off… “I still don’t….” then she stopped talking as she saw the look on my face
“Your right!” I said assuring her qualms ,”There was probably was no thief.
She could see I was grinning
“You did it, you turd “she scolded, WHEN..HOW?” she directly appealed in a rather fetchingly imploring way…as she raised her arms up to me to help her up.
“Every thief has their secrets luv” I said, as she slipped off from the bed and stood looking up at me, then let out a rather wide Yawn..
I was looking her still begowned figure over, her brooch the only jewel left, still putting on a rather dazzling show as she finished her relaxing yawn, I realized just how long a day it’d been, and just how tired we both were.
It had, actually been a quite long event filled day!
Realizing that an answer was not forthcoming. She stated rather coyly “Well , I hope you are a reformed thief then.” She was looking over at her jewel filled purse, still unclasped, just sitting there regally on the green satin comforter of her bed ..
“Rest assured, I most Certainty am !” I grinned winningly, as I also stole a glance at the small gold lamee purse. “Scouts Honoure !”
She looked back, and caught my eyes on her bed.
“You are right lass, bed for us it is!” I said looking back at her.
“See you in the morning, then luv, its late, lets get some sleep !” I said, and she leaned happily up against me, to give me a hug.
I also wrapped my arms around her, relishing her gowns’ touch , as it covered her warm, slippery figure.
“Good night my sweet lady“ I said mimicking an actor from a movie and kissed her on the forehead, then started to leave, walking backwards.
“Good night thief” , she said smirking, as she reached back behind her with gloved hands, fumbling to undo the tied bow of her gowns’ sash…
“Here,” I said, “turn and please allow me.”
I went up behind her, as she obligingly turned her shiny gown covered back towards me, to allow easy access to the satin bow conveniently tied at the back of her svelte waiste.
She giggled, pulling her long hair away, as I tugged at her bow, making her move back closer to me, as I worked on loosening the satin bows knot.
So I can feel safe wearing my jewels around you than !” she said with another giggle, as I pulled the bow apart, letting the loose ends dangle freely down.
“Indeed, so you can my fine lass, “ I said reassuringly, as my hands had slipped along around her warm waist to envelope her in a friendly hug. As she giggled, I could feel her unseen brooch being pressed into my hand.
She leaned against me, clasping her hands behind my back saying as she faced away..… “I am so glad you have reformed Mr. thief…..”
“And I owe it all to you, being placed on the straight and narrow!” I answered, whispering to her as I looked back at the fat little purse on her bed to make sure it had not disappeared by slipping off of the green satin cover!
I released her from my grasp, and she unclasped her hands, slipping them back around, and tossing her long hair back, hitting me in the face.
It was my turn to laugh, and as I did, with a gentle prod, moved her towards the dresser. I said happily “to bed with you”
“Good night sir” she said still facing away, going over and bending down to open a drawer.
I back up past her bed, my hand gliding along the sleek shiny surface of her comforter, then turned to open her door, looking back upon her one last time.
“Good night “ I echoed, watched as she turned to face me with a swish. Holding her long silk, sapphire blue nightdress in a gloved hand.
She just smiled at me as I left, closing her door behind me.
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I stood with my back to her closed door, grinning…
I opened my left hand, looking down with satisfaction at the sparkling brooch I had easily lifted from her pretty gown as I had hugged her after untying her bow, which had effectively loosened the hanging jewel enough to get my fingers underneath!
So much for reformation!
I then pulled her unclasped purse , boldly reclaimed from its perch on her green satin comforter, from my jacket pocket, and slipped the newly acquired brooch inside to join the rest of her purloined jewels…
I congratulated myself, my mind already traveling to tomorrow, Sunday, and the stealing prospects it promised to bring.
I began to walk away from her door, stopping suddenly I turned and looked back.
I whispered out to the closed door.
Addressing the unseen miss on the other side, who would have finally removed by now, have removed her quite pretty lavender gown and exchanged it with her sapphire blue sleeping attire, and have climbed into her soft bed, pulling the green satin comforter up for warmth, soon to fall again into innocent sleep..
“ Lessons Learned Luv,” I whispered with devious intent, taking on my character for tomorrow …
“Never trust a thief, and certainly when wearing the good jewels, don’t ever turn your slick gowned back to one !”
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The Id is unconscious by definition. In Freud's formulation,
“ It is the dark, inaccessible part of our personality, what little we know of it we have learnt from our study of the dream-work and of the construction of neurotic symptoms, and most of this is of a negative character and can be described only as a contrast to the ego. We all approach the id with analogies: we call it a chaos, a cauldron full of seething excitations... It is filled with energy reaching it from the instincts, but it has no organisation, produces no collective will, but only a striving to bring about the satisfaction of the instinctual needs subject to the observance of the pleasure principle."
[Freud, New Introductory Lectures on Psychoanalysis (1933)]
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“Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.”
― Frank Herbert, Dune
Reflected light on the ceiling on hotel room.
Taken last Christmas. Tom is unconscious on a machine in Intensive care at East Surrey hospital. Severe heart trouble which doctors think he would have had for quite some time, possibly years without being aware of it, Also lung trouble and perhaps sepsis in a valve in the heart. Prayers would be welcome whatever happens. They are working very hard on his behalf but chances for success are very low. Today he has tested positive for covid. We had already tested positive for it on Mar 17th but negative a few days later. They think perhaps the test didn't work deeply enough at that time to have picked up that he still had it so it had never gone away. It is his birthday tomorrow. June 1st when he will be 76.
Thank you all so much for sharing your quality photos which is a great way to see and keep in touch with the world from home. Also for your kind comments and favours which are much valued.
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we're starting a new ad campaign for the product.
great! what's the pitch?
we tell people they want it, and they do.
yeah? that sounds like every other ad.
no, you don't get it. we tell them. they want it.
oh. and how are we gonna swing that?
we appeal to their collective unconscious.
what the hell's that?
that's all the shit that floats around in peoples' brains that they don't know is there and don't need, like guns, pick-up trucks, stuff like that.
it'll never work.
no? look at me.
I'm looking.
this. will. work.
it. will. work. hey! how'd you do that?
you think you're a big, tough, no bullshit guy, but you're just a pussy, like everybody else.
gee, I wish you hadn't said that.
you'll get over it.
"No!"
I hear Adrian from a building, his jet somewhere nearby, with Conrad behind him. He comes running over, jumping quickly with is energy "platform/shield" (whatever it's called), and sees Marc, unconscious. His face is full of guilt.
Noriko: How is he now?
Rory: Critically hurt. Endangered. I need some tech see more of his deeper wounds.
Machine: Calibrating...multiple fractures detected. Lung capacity going down, various bones broken, bullets detected in lower back and front of the body.
Rory: There's no time. I need you to show me the vitals on him. Quickly! Might give him some CPR. He's barely breathing.
Noriko: If I shifted my hand through his body, could i take the bullets out?
Rory: Risky. But if you're willing to take drastic measures, the do it. I'll hook him on life support.
Oscar: For Pete's sake...
Adrian: God, I was to f***ing late. Too late. Why didn't I come earlier? Why?
Noriko: Don't blame yourself...
Adrian: Fine. This is it. Enable protocol G-48572.
Rory: Are you sure? I'm dubious of my ethics.
Conrad: Maybe mediation will give him some energy.
Noriko: This means we have to put him comatose. I tried shifting and took out a few bullets. The machines will have to do that. Save mediation for later.
Rory: I have never saved patients like this but have it your way.
Adrian: We take him back. Call Trent. Now!
Our team leaves the scene, but things aren't that quite right over at Trent's as I rush to join him
At one of Hendrix's bases, location undisclosed:
Trent: I've told you already. Is this what you really want?
Hendrix: You've let the public become aware of us. In this whole war, you and your team led to this!
Trent: So? I was trying to save people. So was P.E. I was given command over things.
Hendrix: I've had enough. That means that well, no choices left for you. Don't even think of rejoining us, because unfortunately, there is not membership left in here for you. Your team is nothing now.
Trent: There are always big things that happened. And to clarify, I'm not even considering joining again. Not gonna happen.
Hendrix: But, here, we've had our fair share of partnership, and we could even merge with them. And now by all means, that is, you are to be exiled. Now give us your weapons, your items, tech, and everything. Even your hat too.
Walker (steps out of shadows): Well...it seems our partnership is pretty good.
Trent: Yeah, P.E. I knew you two bastards would come to this day, this moment. I'm not buying it. And like you've said, it's come to this moment. I'm cutting all ties with you. You're not my father figure anymore. Not even as a friend, or mentor. If this is how you think of me and treat me, then I'll let you do it.
Walker/Hendrix: Very well then.
I see both sides raise their guns at us. Trent's eyes and palms are lit with fire, ready to dispatch anyone. His flames burn some people with ease, as I run through everyone, sais in my hand. Some of my opponents are the ninja dudes, from P.E.'s "martial arts department", which I have a history with, but you know, long story. Then Trent calls me:
Trent: Nori! Do the maneuver!
Noriko: You got it!
Trent quickly makes a fire whirlwind that launches me into the air, which I do a backflip and land on the ground with speed, knocking out more people. That leaves Hendrix and Walker along with some men standing. Walker fires his white pistol at us, launching rays that nearly blasted my ear. He uses his own gun-stick that tries tripping me, while Trent is engaged in CQC with Hendrix. But Trent steps back, calling me again, as he throws multiple gas grenades on the floor, making us disappear.
We arrive back in the base ASAP. Adrian has called an emergency meeting. Marc was still in stasis, and Rory was considering giving him the cryogenic method.
Adrian: It's time. It can't go on any longer. I have to leave. All this time, my dreams have been plaguing me. This team can't go on like this, not even forever. I thought we were starting to fail. And even disband.
Noriko: Don't blame yourself on all of this. I know you feel anger and guilt inside. We all do feel bad, you know, it's been a long day.
Trent: My sister and her friends know about this also. Lockhart will keep her safe. With of this happening, I'm laying low. I'm out.
Rory: I'm staying to look after Marc. This place still needs a doctor. And we could still give information to Marc, just to keep him updated.
Cobb (pats on Rory's back and tries to fistbump him): I'm with him. Tech expert here. I'll work on that information thing, too.
Conrad: Good. Adrian has made his choice also . You will tell them. (nods head to Adrian, who shakes back).
Adrian: I'll be forming my own team. Those people, who are my friends and once police officers, are not part of the LAPD anymore. They will respond to me. Something like black ops. They were never intended to new members to be joining us.
Some team members: *gasping slightly*
Trent: Not a surprise that I've known already. The time he spent in Italy made him constantly rethinking of it. He wanted to headline a new group, planning it on for months. He kept this a secret, and wanted to reveal it when the team had started operating in like what, weeks? months? But anyway, it got delayed and his plans just came into motion.
Adrian: And this is it. As part of my last commands, the main ones are: I will be stepping down as leader. Noriko Hayashi, you will be a leader, and that is your choice to take. As for Oscar Hicks, you are inducted in as a honorary member. I will be leading the Grey Police from now on.
Oscar: Cool, I guess.
Noriko: Even though, I'll be paying visits to my family in Japan occasionally. How about actually, you know, also name it Paradox Grey? Make it a subsidiary, another division that could still keep this team going?
Adrian: Good idea. But still, I believe we are disbanding. You could still go on with your separate lives. Nothing can convince me yet.
Our group leaves the room, except for me, who Adrian called me to stay.
Noriko: What is it?
Adrian: I've given this to Trent already. Read my letter if you ever have the time. You can still show your friends if you ever need it. Today, I'm so proud of you, because you became a leader in your own right, when the other two leaders weren't here, and you managed to lead a team. I know how there's going to be pressure around you, but you've got to get these guys into shape. Train them more. And one last thing....you were always like a sister to me, like a one that I never had.
He smiles at me before leaving the room, and I see him running out with Trent and Conrad into the dark. But that isn't until six months later.....
What happens next? Keep reading to find out! To be continued....
Blowing smoke into the room.
Capturing a realm, of unconsciousness,
that pricks at the places in the mind.
Those places we want not to go.
Misty filled and full of gloom
What it has to say to us is as unclear
as the face seen here in the room.
Bringing forth the spirits uncalled and
peering into the wisps of darkness,
into the things that loom.
Tearing down the webs in the mind,
like reaching into the ceiling corners
with a broken broom.
Into the farthest reaches of the room
Original photo, untouched, smoke in a dark room no flash. Tried several types of filters to make it stand out more but they all deteriorated the photograph. It looks best in its original image.
Freeze!!! do not move as I raise my gun and point it right at her...looking closer I
see that she is unconscious, but I still don't move my weapon away from her ~ being undercover
lets me wear my own clothing like the newest creation called Aydin by YoUnique Couture
And Gem has created 3 great huds with it that I can keep this looking fresh. Looks great doesn't it as the
fit for my Reborn body needs no adjusting..sorry if I am a little bit distracted just
don't trust that she won't move on me since she has a one way ticket to lock up. Back to this
outfit it does come with 3 different huds to change the top, pants and the belt with those pockets
where I do stash my badge in. Oh yeah you will be able to grab this outfit when Swank Event
opens up on the 7th ~ suggestion for you make a list and make sure this one is on it. Again
as I repeat myself so often make sure you try the demo on before buying. Hey even undercover
I like looking good and this outfit gives me practical for my running or rather chasing after
the bad guys plus never hurts to look sexy when you are doing it huh? Grinz big. Check before
for the LM's plus what I am wearing. till next time hugzz
shot @Paradise Lost Studio's using DTLPolice Boat
pose used Suoh Steampunk Pistol
wearing
head ~ Lelutka/Brianna
body ~ Reborn
skin ~ Voguel/Molly-Chantilly
brow ~ [SB]Brow A 06
eyes ~ -SU!/Nova
hair ~ Argrace/Suzukaze
hat ~ [Deadwool]Newsboy hat-cream
outfit by YoUnique Couture includes top, camo pants, belt
Merci Nelson Mandela
"En faisant scintiller notre lumière, nous offrons aux autres la possibilité d'en faire autant.“
"As we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.”
The MM collective unconscious must have been at work this week, with all the corkscrews in the pool. It was one of my thoughts for the theme too, before I hit on the sweet-alyssum-and-perfume-bottle comp.
Shot in strong midday sunlight.
"All the World's a Stage" wrote Shakespeare. "All the world's a screen" may have wrote some film director during the 20th century. But if I had to pick a version to speak of today, I would choose "All the World's a Game".
It's pretty impressive to see the place the word “game” took in our discourse. Is the Sony a9 a gamechanger, asks DxO ? Some website give us 5 tips to improve our photography game. Of course, the consecration of the word, it’s invasion of the collective unconscious comes probably from the successful “Game Of Thrones” of HBO. The way characters use the concept of “Game” to speak about the over-corrupted political world should also warns us.
I may be wrong on the exact origin of the expression, but I am pretty sure it is related to video games. Please note that I am not saying that there was no game before in a lot of social realm (real new human mechanisms are quite rare). What I am saying is that the thing became recently quite explicit and … inhibited (décomplexé, we would say in French).
If you ever played a little bit seriously, you know that a video game is two things. Firstly, it’s a set of possibilities determined by a set of rules/algorithms. Most of the time, you can discover these “rules of the inner world” by playing or even by reading the manual. Secondly, and more importantly, a game is a set of hidden regularities that haven’t necessary been planned by developers, but that you can exploit to hack, in a certain way, the in-game rules. These things are not directly available in-game, so you find them outside, on forums, on website and so on.*
One thing is undeniable: once you discover this metagame aspect, your in-game efficiency increase … A LOT. It’s also undeniable that if you had pleasure just playing without caring of the outside-game rules, this will ruin your “naive” experience. In some way, you’ll lose you innocence. Every serious gamer confess for time to time how nostalgic he is of his first games, when he was a noob: he was so ineffective, everything was so hard, but it was so fun !
What is particularly disturbing with the expansion of the “Game” word outside the realm of video games – in politics, professional life, love, music, art, photography – is that it carries with it the same fundamental idea: there is a gap between the explicit and the implicit rules. There’s the rules we pretend to follow, but we know that they are part of an illusion. And there’s the rules that we pretend not to follow, but we know that it’s the only thing that matters.
Let’s be frank: if All the world’s a Game, there must be winners (serious gamers) and losers (noobs). The real gamers-winners, are the ones who master the hidden rules while being effective in pretending not doing so. In other words, to win, you have to learn how to cheat. By the way, cheating is not really cheating anymore: it’s just the real understanding of how to play.
Why do I write this on a photography social website? Because Flickr, Instagram, and any other photography platform can be perfectly described as games. Exactly like video games, there’s the official in-game rules: we are here to share images, we can get exposure in proportion of our talent, and we can give and receive constructive critique in order to improve our technique together in a happy world. But there’s also the hidden exploits: we can choose the time we post to get a lot of favs, we can give meaningless comments with the chance to get some attention back, we can randomly follow people without even watching one of their picture hoping that they’ll follow back, … **
This cynical topic came to my mind when I was shooting the Milky Way by the Etang de la Gruère last week. I was quite disorganized : all I had – apart my tripod and my camera – was my smartphone with less than 50% of battery. It was my only source of light, and I realized quite soon that I would not find my way back in the darkness. It was cold, I forgot to take a jacket: in brief, it was quite uncomfortable.
During the 17 seconds of every shot, I had time to think about what I was doing: why do I go out to take nightscapes? Why do I play fair? Couldn’t I use always the same shots (that I could take once for all) and create some fake foreground in Photoshop? After all, isn’t that what most people do on Instagram? The competition is so fierce that “real” nightshots have no chance! Cheating is just the way of playing properly: am I that naive to think that a simple nightshot without the silhouette of a naked-young-woman-holding-a-flashlight-as-if-she-was-painting-the milyway-that-finally-turns-out-to-be-a-swarm-of-butterflies-eaten-by-a-wolf-howling-in-a-blood-moon could still interest someone in 2017 ??! What a noob I am! I felt so stupid with my wet shoes and my torn up pants ! Photography is over, it’s all about artwork now !
Kidding apart, it’s not always easy to keep faith in photography when it comes so close to a game. After all, no one really came for this in the first place. It’s something that come insidiously. It’s simply related to the old cognitive mechanisms of rewarding in our brain. We like to receiving attention – even meaningless – from other people. Nothing’s more normal. The question is why do we stay ? Of course, there’s a part of addiction and laziness, but there’s something more. If the game is not fun when you know too well how it really goes, it’s neither fun to play alone … I don’t think I would still find motivation practicing alone. In some way, I really want to test my picture on public opinion. I need emulation. That’s what keeps me wanting to improve. However, what ruins the experience is that you realize that the only way to “be serious” now is to practice things you don’t approve and that would take crazy amount of time …
Maybe I have the wrong conception of “being serious”, it’s maybe time to find some other sort of motivation. If you really red that far – thank you for that - I would love to know how you cope with “the Game” …
*(Pokemon on Game Boy gave a good example in the 90’ : everyone – below 30 years old – remember the good old days wandering around and training their favorite creatures, sometimes up to level 100 ! The Pokemon was so powerful then, it killed everything in one single shot. What most people didn’t knew is that it was possible to take control on the way creatures received new skills at every level (which seemed random according to in-game rules) : rather than having a big fat jack-of-all-trade, you could have a specialized beast that had huge lacks in some skills, but was top rated on others. Of course, because these skills were well chosen, the guys who applied this strategy were unbeatable.)
**(The award-game is an excellent illustration of this : There’s no in-game awards on Flickr, but gamers figured out a way to create a game-in-the-game from outside. Everybody knows that the small texts that accompany awards are meaningless, but everyone pretend it is sincere. All in all, it’s just a way to get more exposure and more followers. That’s how it goes, everybody knows …).
This is not the picture I intended to take. My attention had been drawn at first by the dead tree.
Then, as I moved around it, I was taken by the visual interaction between the tree and another photographer who was crouched down in what was almost a prayerful position, photographing it from another angle. But because I usually keep a 2 second delay on my camera between the time I press the shutter button and when the shutter releases, serendipity can find its way in. In this case, during those 2 seconds the other photographer started to rise and pivot away from the tree. So I ended up with something else than my intention...maybe even a bit more interesting.
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