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The Reception Game
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A rather roguish Game of Dare played and pickpocketed out at a fancy dress wedding reception
Cadence Abbot,Craig Abbot,Ginny B. and Brian Mc
Mystery Chicanery thief jewel tomfoolery prank pickpocket romance trick shenanigans
The Reception Game
Chapter 1
A forethought
“The wedding was a bit over the top. The bride wanted her girl’s dresses to be something they would wear out again. A nice thought, but the gowns she found were a little too long for anything but formal evening wear, according to our girls who were asked to be part of the bridal party. The maid of honour wore a red silk version; the six Bridesmaids wore theirs in black satin.” Each of the girls had also been presented with a matching collection of Swarovski rhinestones “traditional classic darlings”! The jewellery, when added to the girl’s ensemble, further enhanced the red carpet like the atmosphere of the Bridal party coterie’!
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Intro of the story proper:
“A few years ago, “Ginny” was watching some type of show when I heard her squeal out. Our Golden Retriever ‘Sam’ meandered back in to see what all the fuss was about? I obediently followed. Ginny pointed out to us a model who was wearing, rather fetchingly I might add, a long black satin gown. That’s m’ gown Ginny exclaimed, you remember, the one I wore at “Sheila’s” wedding, the one where my necklace was sn…., But at that point her attention was diverted back to her program. Squirrel I teased as Sam and I watched with her.
It was a gown strikingly very similar in colour, cut, and material to the one worn by Ginny ( and me sister) at a chums wedding years before ( and winningly worn several times hence I might add). It is a pretty thing to behold my charming Ginny sporting it, and in its time, it has born witness to a few goings-on that most ladies wearing a gown like that would never encounter…….”
Chapter 2
Story Proper begins
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This story is true and is really pretty much told as it happened.
What we did may sound daft, but read and understand the circumstances, plus realize we all were pretty well lit up with the drink.
I will plead guilty at having enhanced certain aspects of the story.
For indeed, the truth can be stranger than fiction… and coincidences occur, both sweet and bitter….. as I’m sure someone once said.
So here goes it….
My twin sister and our friend “Ginny” were invited to join a school chums bridal party. The groom didn’t have enough to go around so my sister’s boyfriend “Brian” and I was pressed, not unwillingly, into service.
As I stated earlier, the wedding and reception were both over the top posh. So much so that our opinions, and subsequent escapades, were still coming up amongst us as a topic of conversation at our local haunt The ‘Poet and the Peasant Pub’, kept by Brian’s Auntie and Uncle...
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The Wedding proper was held at the local Cathedral. A rather decadent place built with a hearty clash of gothic/ medieval styles; with black stone towers, Lancet arches, and fly away buttresses.
Inside one finds white marble columns, oak pews blackened with age, intricate woodwork and ghostly while statues. All lit with hanging diamond shaped antique glass lights and colourful lead glass stained windows depicting a horde of medieval era religious scenes.
I twas a fine backdrop for the rather glamorously attired guests in attendance. The wedding ceremony itself would have been an interesting tale in and of itself, but that telling will await another day, for mine has its’ beginnings at the Reception.
The Reception was held in the basement, a grand place with an opulent ballroom, well-stocked bar room and elegant dining area. The subterranean basement was decorated richly along the same grand lines as the interior of the ancient Cathedral above.
We were some time at the reception when my Ginny , who had been held up on her way back from the loo by a snobbish dowager feeling the need to criticise someone, regained her seat by plopping down with a loud woosh.
That was a chore, being picked apart by that “lovely !” creature. she exclaimed cynically, whilst adjusting her loose brooch. We all just smirked. I had received the same treatment from the lecturing prig earlier that evening.
Well, to be honest, my twin sister and Brian just actually were smirking at that. I believe my attention at the time was rather more occupied on the area where Ginny’s Brooch lay, which was the proper cause of my smirk! (naughty me)
Finished, Ginny than leaned against my sister, and, still reeling from being inappropriately chided, made a snide comment about the flimsy clasps on the shimmering jewelry they were wearing. My Sister, touching her necklace, told her, “ no worries, luv, no one would nick them anyways, they are only rhinestones”. Except my ring isn’t, said Ginny looking down at the ruby ring she was wearing on her pinky. My sister, thinking a minute, retorted “Then one never knows… “, It looked like she was going to add something to that, but at that point the band restarted, and we joined the swarm of fancy dress gowns, silky dresses, suits and tuxes worn by the chic guests as they herded to the dance floor.
As we headed off, I was still perplexed about what had been going on in Sis’s head that made her come out with that reply, and I swear she had stolen a look at me while saying it. But as I had watched her pull at an earring to emphasize how loose the sparkling jewel was, a seed was planted in my head about a subject I myself had always found rather intriguing, pickpocketing jewelry!
Chapter 3
Chicanery
Much later that evening, found Brian, my sister, and I alone, and probably more than a little drunk (always a precarious time with us). As Sis and Brain chatted on about a topic I had soon lost interest in, I started to watch Ginny, who had been asked to dance by some twit with shifty eyes in a red silk shirt, (open collared), who had rudely cut in on us. As I watched Ginny’s swishing gown liquidly move and flutter about in quite an interesting exhibition, I found meself mesmerized by the beckoning manner in which her healthy display of rhinestones were tantalizingly sparkling about( as they had been all evening). I looked back at my sister, and her own show of jewelry, also sparkling up nicely against the smooth black satin backdrop of her own matching gown...
Still not being able to shake me twin’s earlier comment about nicking jewels, nor its answer, out of my head, I waited for a lull in conversation to finally chance asking my twin about her comments.
She looked at me, having to think back a bit about the question, ( As I said, we were more drunk than sober by then), placing a nicely ringed finger to her lips, while regrouping her thoughts. Got it, she exclaimed! Proudly remembering what had triggered her memory, and with that, she started to explain.
When she was a tyke of about 7, there was a show that she had seen on the tele that centered on this group of people trying to reform a thief. Believing that he had turned a new leaf, they threw a fancy dress dance for him in honour of his new ways. During the dance, he cut in and danced with each of the three ladies who had been trying to teach him the errors of his ways. From one he slipped off her long diamond earrings, from a second her diamond necklace was lifted away, but me sister was unsure what the scoundrel took from the third. Sis had reckoned that the earrings and necklaces that she and Ginny were wearing that evening, looked a lot like the ones worn by ( and nicked from) the ladies on that show.
Now, as me twin described the thief’s antics, certain emotions awakened, rearing their tantalizing heads; my mind began wandering in some deep waters, pulled bout by some deep personal emotions. Cause I had been sitting on the couch with her when as quite young children, we had seen a repeat of that episode.
As it happened my sister had been outside earlier playing dress up in one of mum’s old party frocks and was still wearing it, along with a set of costume pearls. Suddenly, that day, I wanted nothing more in the world than to lift the pearls she was wearing. I simmered over it for the rest of the program, getting to the point of actually laying my arm on the back of the couch, inching my fingers towards the clasp of her pearls laying there upon the back of her throat. But then the show ended, and I got no closer to stealing anything more than a touch of a quite soft old evening gown. After the show ended, I warily suggested we go back outside and play Robin Hood (my sister has always been into his story).
We did, and as Sir Robin led her to his hideout, conveniently located through a thicket of Hawthorne’s, the pretty Maid Marion’s pearls mysteriously melted away.
That is when I had I had my epiphany, hitting me like a brick wall! Waiting till sis finished her story, I pointed out to Ginny, and asked the pair, If Ginny had been the third lady he had danced with, what jewels do you think he would have found easiest to lift from her while dancing?
Chapter 4
A Devious Dare
Brian, always the more pragmatic of the group, snorted, that rot only happens in stories and movies mate!
I said I would bet it can be done!
This quid says I can lift a piece of Ginny’s jewelry with her never noticing. Sis chimed in, you wouldn’t dare, but she was looking at me like she knew the answer already. Brian caught her tone, and took me up on it, betting me the quid that I couldn’t get away with lifting her necklace,( I liked his choice, it had been a necklace that “Sir Robin” had first lifted from me sisters neck that day in the woods long past).
At this time the music ended, and Ginny swished back to rejoin us. As we played mute about our plans, we welcomed the damsel back and acted like there had been nothing in the world goin on amongst us while she was out dancing.
We drank and talked for a bit more, and I was all but certain that Brian and my sister had all but forgotten the wager.
But I hadn’t, nor had I been able to keep my eyes from studying the glittery rhinestones Ginny had draped around her pretty throat. When a slow song started up, I rose and asked Ginny to a dance. I caught Brian’s eyes, and read the dare reflecting in them, so we were still on with the wager.
Leading Ginny to the dance floor, we embraced, and danced to the pretty song beginning to play, it twas a slow romantic one ( lady in red If I recall correctly). Ginny was absolute pure heaven in my arms, and I found me self so entrapped by her charms, that all ambitions to be a thief and make an attempt upon her lovely rhinestone necklace fell to the wayside.
As the song was ending, I caught a look from Brian across the dance floor, noticing that he smugly was looked at Ginny’s throat. I did not want to lose me quid on principle (I swear), so as the dance ended I held onto Ginny, waiting. Soon a second song started, disappointedly a more fast-paced one with a Latin beat. I spun Ginny around onto the floor before she had time to catch a breath, we danced, like the song which played says:
And we… danced like a wave on the ocean, romanced
We were liars in love and we danced
Swept away for a moment by chance
And we danced, danced, danced
And dance we did, hot, furious and fast. A couple of times I spun Ginny around, and the poor girl already a bit tipsy, fell against me, giggling. About the third time I spun her, she stopped, and dropped backside into me and began to do this sort of gyrating move, slithering up and down my front side, with her hands held high above her head, her longish ginger hair had fallen over one shoulder, exposing her necklace in all its fine brilliance. As her warm, sweaty figure slipped up and down against mine, I watched the back of her throat, eyeing the necklace as it sparkled opulently in the dim lights. I started Studying, intently, the sparkly chain with its simple hook in eye clasp.
She brought her hands down behind me back, crossing them behind me waist. My right hand went to the front of her waist, holding onto her squirming, satin slippery sweating figure, pressing her warm body tightly against me.
My left hand went up to her shoulder, gliding along with the glossy slick fabric of her black satin gown until I reached her necklace. It only took seconds for my fingers to lift up, and slip off the hook from its” eye”, letting the shimmering chain slither down the front side of Ginny’s satin clad breasts. My right hand left her waist, and traveled nimbly, tingling, all the way up the front until my fingers grasped the dangling chain. My left hand let go, and the necklace whisked down the front of her perking bosom, tightly covered by the glossy black satin bridesmaid gown. The whole bit of thievery took me only a few chords of the music, but it seemed to be carried out in slow motion in the process.
We finished out the song, me basking in the fact that my gyrating partner was innocently unaware that her shiny necklace had been pinched, and was now residing in her dance partner's vest pocket!
I will admit feeling a twinge of regret that it no longer could be seen glittering from around its’ mistress’s now bare throat.
Chapter 5
The Race to be unnoticed
We made our way back to the others, Brian had a smug look on his bearded face, I knew he was up to something. As I sat down, he whispered double it or nothing mate, that she notices it’s missing before we leave. I nodded, taking him up on it.
So, the game was still on, and for the last two hours that we stayed at the reception poor Ginny became the unknowing centre of our somewhat devious game1
Brain, eagerly waiting for Ginny to notice her missing necklace, tried, for the most part, to remain mute. I sweated it a bit, but his saboteur’s tactics failed.
I’ll admit I hadn’t thought it out before agreeing, but what probably should have been a suckers bet, with a million ways for Ginny to notice her necklace was playing hooky, apparently was going with the long odds for me to win.
I sweated it a bit, but no-one else amongst the crowd pointed out, or even seemed to care that Ginny was no longer wearing her necklace! Even the bloke in the open-collared re shirt, who managed to steal Ginny away for another dance, failed to say anything. Which made me a mite curious as to where his attention span had been focused.
Even when me sister tried to help Brian out by playing with her own jeweled necklace while she held Ginny’s attention during the conversation, and then again in the ladies' powder room flashing her necklace in the mirror, she failed to cause a reaction!
Through all this, the poor creature never quite caught on that her necklace had been lifted from her throat! Unscrupulously nicked away on a whimsical bet while innocently dancing!
And continued danced with me she did, all of us thoroughly enjoying the rest of the evening’s attractions, along with the bit of fun we were having at poor Ginny’s expense.! But I made damn sure that our poor victim had the time of her life for my repentance.
Then during our last slow dance, I did start to harbour the prickling thought of trying for another of Ginny’s baubles. But the thought of winning 2 quid from Brian, who in his time has won a bit more from me than I from him, kept my thoughts of further thievery in check! I knew my spirit was weakening. Fortunately, we left soon afterwards….
Chapter 6
Innocents Abroad
We finally left the reception after midnight and made our way along the ten city blocks back to the hotel where Ginny and my twin sister shared a joining room with Brian and meself.
Ginny walked calmly with us, unaware of the picaresque devils that were us, keeping pace beside her. As were making our way through a short cut in a wooded Provincial park, we stopped in a small isolated glen and circled around Ginny. Sis was grinning as she asked poor unawares Ginny; So luv, whatever did happen to your necklace? Gin’s reaction was absolutely, rewardingly priceless.
Ginny, a relatively innocent soul, who is prone to believing most anything told to her, started, and her hand went to her throat, feeling about fruitlessly, as her rustling glossy gown and remaining jewels glistened darkly sparkling in the full moons’ light.
“M’ necklace, why it’s gone? , where did it go! she pleaded helplessly, her thought patterns and speech a little slurred by her rather intoxicated condition. We then got into it, playing dumb along with her, and tried to figure out the “mystery” I said the last time I saw it was when that seedy bloke cut in, and I ran my hand up her back, feeling the shivers going down her spine, did the blighter touch you like that, then luv. No she said, then thought hard, no she repeated, he couldn’t have, he was a proper gentleman, and it was only rhinestone like your sister said.
I don’t know said Brian, never trust any gent who doesn’t wear a tie to fancy dress! He had to ‘ave been up to no good, that one!
My sister then commented that the bloke may " have not noticed no difference", and she held out her own necklace, I’m glad he didn’t ask me to dance.
No, Ginny shook her head, her long earrings flickering a frenzied fire out from her let down ginger hair, no one could have lifted them like that, I’d have felt it….I’m sure of that…!
She looked desperately around at us, then seeing the look on upon our faces, Ginny froze with the realization that we had all been up to something, and, then a smile of relief showed up on her pretty face, as I held up her necklace, sparkling in front of her eyes. A sly look of understanding that we had been up to something crept into those dazzling green eyes, as she told us now to spill it out.
We explained the whole tale as Sis helped Ginny place her necklace back on. Ginny, with her usual good humor, said she had never noticed a thing, and it probably was a good thing we weren’t real thieves because if her necklace had been diamonds, it would have been worth a small fortune. And shame on us for having her believe it was that poor blighter in the red shirt.
We wouldn’t’ make very good thieves I agreed we drink too much. She just smiled, a curious-looking gleam creeping up into those witchy green eyes of hers. Let’s get going before we meet a real thief then, urged my sister, all this talk about someone thinking our jewels are real is giving me the right chills.
Our drunken little group then merrily, if not a little more guardedly, made our way home...
Chapter 7
Farewell My Lovely
This next bit is my favorite.
We rode the elevator up to the boy’s room, as the girls called our room, where we drank beer, danced to music and talked on a bit about the reception. The girls stayed in dress and I happily soaked up the rather pretty picture the pair of admirably attractive girls presented with their long sheets of straight hair now just hanging down, their “diamonds” sparkling and all other assorted frills enticing.
About two hours later found Brian and myself sitting on the couch in kind of a hazy stupor while holding onto our beers. Ginny and my sister were standing directly in front of us, holding beers of their own and giggling over some girlish nonsense, the hypnotic swaying of their longish glossy black satin gowns slowly putting me to sleep.
Brain, draining his beer, got up to get another, bumping against my sister and playfully grabbed a handful. My sister started giggling at him as he sauntered off grinning, turning her figure so the brooch at the centre of her gowns’ waistline almost whacked me on the nose. Half asleep I reached over and gingerly lifted it up.
Looking up at the girls I saw that neither was paying no never mind towards me. Ginny, however, laid a hand on my twin's shoulder, drawing her close so she could whisper some girlish secret about Brian. I continued on and was able to undo the brooch and slip it carefully off without notice. I slipped her jewel into my pocket; waiting until I could think, now that I did the deed, just how I would tease her about it.
Brian stopped on the way back and reset the music, a slow song came up. Sis went to him, and the pair started dancing. I rose and took Ginny by the hand, followed suit, leading her to the bit of a dance floor we had cleared. She was again, pure heaven in my arms and my hands slipped liberally up and down her smooth, slinky gowned figure.
Ginny smiled! I knew that smile and realized that something was going on behind her pretty green eyes.
She flicked back her sheet of ginger hair and leaned against me. I saw you, she huskily whispered, her voice putting a tickle in my ear. Saw me I asked, not getting it. I saw you lift that dame’s diamond brooch, Ginny said in a sultry voice as she looked over towards where my sister was dancing, (no, she was actually swooning), in Brian’s arms.
Now mate, you see that one over there, in the black dancing with the bearded gent? I looked over, as she continues, look at ‘er necklace, I have a fancy for diamonds, and if you don’t want me to call security, I suggest you get hers for me, darling, she said with conspiracy-like tones, acting like she was some old-time actress in a movie. I loved the devilishness of Ginny’s role play idea and it did not take much to toss me, whole heart and soul, into the assignment!.
Chapter 8
To Please a Dame
Now wide awake, I got fully into Ginny’s game. As we continued dancing, my eyes watched Brian and me sister, taking careful inventory of all the “dames” sparkling jewelry. Sis turned, and caught my eyes looking her over, she blushed, and not knowing what was really going through my mind, smiled at me. As I smiled back, my eyes drinking her fetchingly attired figure up!
I was imagining that all of her ample collection of rhinestones so prettily positioned on her figure, were real diamonds. And that I was an actual thief plotting to nick her lovely sparklers. I looked into Ginny’s eyes. You have a deal miss, I whispered, making my voice deep and throaty, as I imagined meself as some, albeit drunk, Humphrey Bogart type character in some grittily shadowy film noir style black and white movie.
The song ended and a second, even slower one began playing. Brian and my sister were still locked into each other’s arms, but I felt that the time to make my move was now. Throwing Ginny a wink, I went over and cut in, Brian looked drunkenly at me like “whattsup chap,” but Ginny was right behind and swirled him conveniently away before he could properly react.
And as I took the pretty, wide-eyed with innocence looking “dame” into my arms I found it exciting that she was oblivious to my nefarious intentions. Naïvely unaware, that in indifference to her own words earlier, someone did now want to nick the jewelry which was quite so merrily dangling from her svelte figure. Now, don’t forget at this point to me she was no longer my sister, but a sweet innocent victim weighted down with desirable loot. And I? I was nothing more than a suave thief deliciously hungering after her bright baubles, albeit, a slightly inebriated suave thief!
I bided my time, appearing to look into my twins/victims half-opened eyes ( she was really quite lit by this time, as we all were), my mind was working overtime on how the best approach to reach my objective. Then it came to me, quite clearly, and so Bob became my uncle, and I began his suggested approach…. And if I would have dared say so at the time, I executed my bit of jewel thievery like a pro…. That is if there are actually pros at this sort of thing1?
Employing the same method that I remembered the thief using in the Gilligan’s Island episode to remove his dance partners necklace, I began to compliment my twin on how devastating her and Ginny looked both looked that evening (no lies), slowly moving my one hand up the slick material of the gown covering her back as I whispered my praise. Easily I reached the dangling part of her hook and eye necklace with its’ glittering rows of “diamonds”. She ate it up, blushing and closing her eyes, naively cooperating by tilting her head down, exposing even more of the back of her throat, and laying bare the chain of her “diamond” necklace. As she fawned over my words of (not false) praise, I subtly lifted up the chain of her necklace, whilst my free hand held her ever so her tightly around the waist. For the second time that evening, I could feel the heat emanating from my victim's squirming figure. As well as again feeling me own heart pounding a storm.
I gently used my free left hands’ fingers to unhooked the clasp, and let the necklace fall over her one shoulder. Sis never felt it hanging, or noticed it as I peeled it off her chest (whisking along her gown smooth as silk) and pulled it over her gown’s satin shoulder till it slipped sparkling down behind her. I held it hanging loose behind her back for a few turns, still pouring out the compliments, until I pocketed it, letting it join her purloined brooch.
Meanwhile, Brian had left Ginny to go to the loo, and I saw Ginny, who had been eagerly watching all of it, give me a wink. Then she turned and stole out the apartment door, her longish slinking gown slipping through behind her as she closed the door. I made ready to make some excuse to break away from my sister and head after her with my loot.
But just as I opened my mouth to make that excuse, Sis pulled her arms behind me head, and laid her own head back on my shoulder and closed her tired eyes, getting into the music’s deep beat. One of her longish rhinestone earrings just hung there sparkling, mocking me to touch it, and like Ginger's diamonds, I saw them as quite ripe for the picking.
With the prize within my grasp, I momentarily forgot about the departing Ginny, and I made my move. I found meself trembling a bit, as I reached up and placed my hands gently alongside her ear, her eyes still shut, my victim smiled prettily. The rest of the maneuver was surprisingly easy, as I glided my fingers down and slipped it off the earring in one effortless motion. The sparkling beauty came away from her sweaty ear as smoothly as an ice cube moves along a steaming hot grill ( I actually did have a thought like that).
I held it in one fist for a bit, watching my victim, she had not felt so much as a tickle on her earlobe, as I had removed her earring. Relishing in my success, I looked at it dangling and shimmering in my hand behind her back. Then, as I secured her diamonds away, I thought about trying for the other. But thought better of it, knowing Ginny was just waiting on the other side of the door.
I finished out the dance, taking my sister's hand with its dazzling bracelet and rings, and admired them while I kissed it, the “Dames” Bracelet tantalizing slipped down along her wrist and brushed against me knuckles. At that moment, we both heard the toilet flushing, and my twin looked over her shoulder laughing. As she did do, I saw an opportunity opening up and taking her dangling diamonded bracelet in me fingers, tugged it down ever so discreetly. Surprisingly the clasp popped opened ( right about being flimsy luv, I silently agreed with my twin’s earlier statement)!
I daringly pulled it free from around her wrist and slipped it in me pocket just as she turned back around to face her dance partner. I could see in her eyes that she had not felt nor noticed anything out of place.
“I’d better be off after Ginny”
I said, clearing my throat, and then, with no fanfare, let go of her hand. It dropped to her side, rings flashing, purloined bracelet gone from where it had, with cheeky regally, had been holding shimmering court all evening.
“Nice doing business with you!”
I said, bemused as I watched the puzzlement creep into her half-awake eyes while I backed away from her towards the door.
And that chaps, is how I left her. With my grainy black and white movie still playing out in my mind.
She just was standing there puzzled, a wealthy lady in fancy dress, unknowingly watching the dashing stranger leave, along with the “fortune” in her jewels she had foolishly been wearing in a dive like this!
. She innocently watched me as I left the room with her “diamonds” in my scoundrel’s possession!
Chapter 9
A Quite Curious Encounter
Ginny came swishing into view from around the corner as I shut the door with a subtle click.
I smiled fully as she came up to me and started to say something to her, eager to caw about my evil deviousness.
She smiled and place a finger to my lips. Her hazel green eyes smirked as she said “Not yet lad, let’s take a walk away from here, what needs to be done next is best done in secret.”
“You mean the jewels “ I started to ask but she shushed me.
“That and ... other things laddie she said with a sly look in her eyes!
So we took the stairs down and made our way out into the unusually light foggy evening!
For the world was now ours, as we made our journey together, hand in hand.
We ended up making a very long stroll in the Provincial Park, and reentering the same isolated, secret glen we had been in earlier.
It was not until then that We proceeded to continue acting out the role-playing game we had started at the apartment.
Ginny went to the middle of the clearing to wait, pretending she was smoking, like a moll from a gangster movie.
I circled and watched her sparkling figure, black shiny gown and glittery diamonds, moving without purpose in the shadow of the glen.
And as I did, my thoughts wandered a bit, and I remember reflecting ( not for the first time) how in the older black n whites, the heroine, or villainous, is always wearing gowns, elegant long gloves, and jeweled to the sparkling hilt.
Then she walks alone to and then waits in some dark alley or other desolate spots for her contact, or hero to show up, much like Ginny was acting out now.
So how is it that those fancy dressed and well jeweled unescorted dames, always manage to get to those spots and can wait around in them alone, in those movies, and nary ever meet a ruffian who strips them of those pricy looking sparklers they are flaunting about?
Just saying!
After murmuring a brief prayer that my thoughts were not about to be tempting fate of that type to occur to us now that I had been thinking it, I came out of the shadows and approached Ginny/femme Fatales.
Keeping my left hand in my pocket like I was carrying a heater.
“Hey sister, I said, been waiting long?”
“No, she whispered, did you get the goods.”
“Hot as ice I said proudly.” producing the necklace I had liberated from the dancing “dame” and dangled it hypnotically in front of her eyes.
As I showed Ginny my take from “the dame”, she squealing over the fact I was able to acquire the “Broads” necklace of dripping “ice”.
Playing a thief’s role, I kept mum about Acquiring the Dames earring, no honour amongst thieves I thought mischievously.
Which in the game we were playing, proved to be the right move.
As Ginny admired the necklace we both laughed over what the “dames” reaction would be when the jewels were discovered missing.
Then suddenly my cohort got a serious look in her eyes!
Then she, putting her hand inside the skirt of her gown, raised it and stuck it into my side like a pistol.
“Now lad, the Dames fancy broach, and I won’t yell bloody murder
for the Bobbies now, will I!”
I sighed dramatically while I reached into my pocket and handed the sparkler over. She looked at it delighted, then stowed it
“So luv, do I make a proper Femme Fatale or not ?”
“Not bad my luv, but not evil enough, should ave riffled me pickets!” I said, pulling out the glistening “diamond” earring.
“Really !” She’s shrieked, checking her ears as If I was holding her on of her own!
Realizing she still had em, she smirked
“Took those off her to? Just like a man to always take a lady for all’s she’s worth!”
“Well, with double-crossing Dames like you around, a poor pickpocket has to make his living somehow!
Besides, I left her an earring and her rings! Didn’t I now, luv?!
“Are you sure you didn’t take them also you weasel and are holding out more on me lad!” Ginny teased as she tried to put a hand in my tux jacket pockets
I grabbed her and we began to struggle as I tried to grasp onto her slippery figure laughingly.
As we snickered, Ginny caught my eyes and then we got off on a tangent about jewel thieves, then jewel thieves in love, and ended up re-enacting the “lure” scene from the movie ‘To Catch a Thief” ending up producing fireworks of our own making, as “the femme fatale “ Ginny lost all her jewels as well as her perceived “innocence”...
“kiss me you fool!” Cut, roll the credits...
Later, and a wee bit disheveled, the two of us then made our way back home, as the cock crows, receiving a few odd looks from the occasional early morning lorry drivers.
The End
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The other year one of my photographer friends commented on one of my sunrises that I'd "wimped out, Higger Tor you can almost shoot that from the car, try a 2am start yomp for an hour (up hill) to get to the spot 1hr before sunrise thats proper summer landscape photography".
In which case, he'll ****ing hate this, as this sunrise involved opening the curtains to our Welsh holiday apartment, thinking that's a yummy sunrise, grabbing the camera, and sticking it out the window.
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Judge's comments: The beautiful, rich autumnal colours, and low camera angle in this scene, draw the eye in and the slow shutter speed has created a lovely blurred water movement. A super shot!
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Rock slide, that covered the town of Frank at the beginning of 20th century, when part of the Turtle Mountain decided to slide down onto an unsuspecting town at 4am. It looks very impressive when you drive by down on a highway and both sides of the road are still covered with huge boulders. I included the viewing platform with people on it to give an idea of the size of boulders towards the end of the slide.. I am not sure how far away this slide reached, but the spot we were standing in was pretty high up across the valley...
It took us awhile to finally get out of the city and go for a trip and, because we could not really plan anything this year, we ended up traveling south. Haven't been in that part of Alberta good 20 years, so it was a pleasure to visit and get reacquainted with these places again. And, of course, our sunny hot weather has gone away for the duration of our trip (with a couple of exceptions), but I really have nothing to complain with a sky like that, do I? ;D
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Skywalk, Columbia Icefield
Pretty cool thing to do if you are not afraid of heights. Then, it's a very scary experience.. I'm told ;D.. You are suspended high above the valley and walking on transparent walkway seeing all that's below. And it vibrates, too ;D Very cool!
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Grato por todas as visitas e comentários.
Gracias por vuestras visitas y comentários.
Many thanks you all for your visit and comments.
Merci beaucoup à toutes de vos visites, comentaire et Fav. dans ma Galerie.
Jorge Viana Basto
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REGATA DOS BARCOS RABELOS
O Barco Rabelo foi utilizado durante séculos, no Rio Douro, para o transporte de Vinhos da Região Duriense e também de pessoas, até Vila Nova de Gaia/Porto – PORTUGAL. Este tráfego terminou nos anos 60 do século XX.
O Douro era um Rio “de mau navegar” pelo que foram muitos os naufrágios com perdas de vidas humanas. Aos tripulantes deste barco se chamava “marinheiros” para significar os perigos de seu trabalho.
Os Barcos Rabelos que restam estão ancorados no Cais de Vila Nova de Gaia para fazer publicidade a várias marcas de Vinho do Porto a qual está bem evidente nas suas velas.
Por iniciativa da Confraria do Vinho do Porto, desde 1983 nas festas de S. João a 24 de Junho, realiza-se desde a Foz do Douro até à Ponte de D. Luís (Gaia/Porto) uma Regata de Barcos Rabelos. No início eram apenas 4 Barcos actualmente são 20/22 a disputarem a prova.
Estas imagens foram realizadas no acompanhamento da Regata de 24 de Junho de 2015.
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For centuries the Rabelo boat was used in the Douro River to transport wines, and people, from the Douro region to Vila Nova de Gaia / Porto - PORTUGAL. Its use was stopped in the XX century, around the 60s.
The Douro was a river of "hard sailing" thus there were countless shipwrecks and lives lost.The crew members were called "sailors" to clearly illustrate the dangers of the job.
The remaining Rabelos are moored at the pier in Vila Nova de Gaia and are now used to advertise various Port brands, which are clearly visible in their sails.
By initiative of the Confraria do Vinho do Porto (Port Wine Brotherhood), since 1983, in the popular celebrations of São João (St. John) on June 24th, is held a regatta with Rabelos starting at Foz do Douro until the bridge D. Luís (Gaia / Porto). In the first edition there were only 4 boats, currently 20 to 22 boats participate in the race. These pictures were taken in the regatta of 24 June 2015
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Pendant des siècles le bateau Rabelo a été utilisé dans le fleuve Douro pour transporter des vins, et les gens, de la région du Douro jusqu’a Vila Nova de Gaia / Porto - PORTUGAL. Son utilisation est terminée dans les années 60 du siècle XX.
Le Douro était un fleuve de "mauvais naviguer" donc il y avait de nombreux naufrages et aussi vies perdues. L'équipage a été appelé "matelots" pour illustrer clairement les dangers dans son cours.
Les Rabelos restants sont amarrés au quai de Vila Nova de Gaia et sont utilisées pour annoncer les diverses marques de Vin de Porto, qui sont clairement évidentes dans les voiles.
Par initiative de la Confraria do Vinho do Porto (Confrérie du Vin de Porto), à partir de 1983, dans les célébrations populaires de São João (Saint-Jean) le 24 Juin, a lieu une régate avec Rabelos de la Foz do Douro jusqu'à la Ponte D. Luís (Gaia / Porto). Au début, il n'y avait que 4 bateaux, actuellement de 20 à 22 participent dans la preuve. Ces photos ont été prises dans la régate de 24 Juin 2015
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El Barco Rabelo se utilizó durante siglos para transportar Vinos de la Región – y también personas – en el Rio Duero hasta Vila Nova de Gaia/Oporto (Portugal). Este transporte dejó de utilizarse en los años 60 del siglo XX.
El Duero (Douro en portugués) es un rio difícil navegación que ocasionó muchos naufragios en los que se perdieron vidas. A los tripulantes se le llamaba « marineros » para destacar el peligro de su trabajo.
Los Barcos Rabelos que quedan están anciados en Vila Nova de Gaia como publicidad de las diversas marcas de Vino de Oporto, bien evidente en sus velas.
Por inicitiva de la Confraria del Vino de Oporto desde 1982 se realiza una Regata de Barcos Rabelos desde la Foz del Duero hasta el puente de D.Luís (Gaia/Porto) en las fiestas de San Juan, el 24 de Junio. Inicialmente apenas 4 Barcos participaban pero actualmente son 20/22.
Estas imágenes se tomaron en la regata de 24 Junio 2016.
Jorge Viana Basto
(Álbuns : RABELOS- BARCOS // REGATA DOS BARCOS RABELOS
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Apologies to those who commented on my last shot as now deleted as on the big screen looked OK, but not on Flickr.
Another from Glennifer Braes in Paisley on a lovely warm Autumn day. Originally a two exposure shot, but not required to use this option in the end.
I am drawn to trees almost as much as the sea and its always a safer option...and a good one when not much weather.
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Juan Carlos Distefano comments on the present condition and his view of the future of Argentina. Starting from modeling clay, switching to lime and gypsum, then finishing with reinforced polyester and epoxy enamel or cast polyester, gives a unique transparency in the works. This effect emphasizes the expressiveness of the figures. The fusion of the sculpted body and the enveloping matter creates figures immobilized, unable to react and metaphorically trapped in their own bodies. Blank looks inhabit bodies without identity, scratched, injured, dismembered, anonymous messengers of violence, horror, degradation, cruelty, contempt, oppression. They are men who have suffered massacres, race riots, murders, genocides. Symbol of the physical and moral violence that has gripped Argentina during the dictatorship between 1976 and 1983, act as a spokesman for the inequality that still dominates the town. This is the history of Argentina, the story that he presents so emphatically so that something can change in the future. The exhibition appropriately titled "The rebellion of the form" fits well into the context of "All the World's Futures".
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A man in a black trench coat enters a dark room. The only light is from a small flame lit in front of a shrine. On the shrine sat a skull. The man walked to the shrine and placed his hands on either side of the skull and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath in and when he let the breath go he began to talk to the skull.
"Sista'. Tell me, where is John Constantine?"
The flame on the shrine waved furiously around. The skull eyes lit up with a blue candle that sat inside it. Suddenly a voice sounded from the skull.
"I dO nOt KnOw."
The man sighs but does not break his connection with the skull. Instead he takes another deep breath and asks another question.
"Have you seen him at all recently?"
"No... WaIt, I SeE sOmEtHiNg. A fAiNt LiGhT. yEs, I sEe It. JoHn CoNsTaNtinE."
Suddenly the man's vision is taken over by the skull. A scene comes to his view. A neon bar light shines in his eyes.
"Where is he?"
"HoLd On, BrOtHeR."
The man's vision shifts and he appears in the bar. Suddenly the man he is looking for appears on a bar stool. He takes the final drink of his beer and asks for another. Moments later he is given another beer to which he begins to drink. His attention is drawn to a television set playing a soccer game. He suddenly lets out a swift cheer as the team he is rooting for scores a goal.
"Yes! That's my boy Benteke!"
The man's vision becomes hazy and a sudden headache causes the man to bring his hands to his head. He opens his eyes and looks at his sister's skull. He leans down and kisses the forehead of the skull.
"T'ank you, sista'. I now know where John Constantine is."
The man turns and walks out of the room. As he gets to the doorway he turns back to the shrine and smiles.
"Goodbye, sista'."
He walks out of the room and suddenly the fire in front of the shrine extinguishes itself...
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Credit to SupremeDalekDunn for doing similar shots like this and inspiring me to do one for this shot. I'm not entirely sure the way I pulled this off is the same way he does, but it worked for what I wanted to do.
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This concludes Hellbazer Vol 1 - The Rogue Shadow. I know that I said, or think I said, that these volumes would be longer, but this is exactly how I imagined and wrote the story. When rewriting to actually upload I thought of making it last a few more issues but ultimately decided against it.
Also stay tuned as I got a pretty cool Halloween story coming for Hellbazer. Nothing too big as I just started back up the story and I'd like to ease myself into the story.
Cette ancienne maison de style Second Empire inscrite dans un ensemble de constructions plus récentes fut construite vers 1875. Suivant la tendance du "Façadisme" on en a vidé l'intérieur, seules les façades fermant le coin de rue ont été conservées. Toutefois, une restauration soignée contribue a redonner aux vénérables façades leur fraîcheur d'antan. Le bâtiment abrite maintenant un McCafé.
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composition not as good but i like it. and pleased it's straight from the camera, no editing.
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Concours Event - San Marino, CA June 1973. The slide had unfortunately begun to break down before I scanned it. Be careful with your slides! Keep them cool and dry and clean or they'll be junk in no time.
Back to the car: The 246 is one of the sweetest Ferrari's of all time. Very nice driver. Despite being 'only' a 2.4L V6 it gets down the road with impressive speed (it only weighs 2400 lbs) and its handling is superb.
Nikon F2 with Kodachrome
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