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Today was Saturday and Scott had to be a work by 8:00. So I got up and fixed him breakfast and packed his lunch. DJ & I went to town to look at what Home Depot & Lowes had for landscape edging. We wanted to buy something and get started redoing our current edging. Well we decided it was too cold and windy (temps upper 40s to low 50s and breezy) and didn't buy any edging. I took a nap while watching coverage of Thunder over Louisville. Thunder is an airshow and fireworks extratravaganza to kick off the Kentucky Derby. Louisville has 2 weeks of events leading up to the big horse race. Then we watched the Masters, Boston & New York were finishing their baseball game and then Nascar will be on. I also cut my hair tonight with the Flowbie and decided to show off the hairdo. Hopefully tomorrow it will be styled.
Also Scott decided to pay 18 holes of golf after work and shot a 77.
The Mardi Himal Trek gave me quiet trails and beautiful views of Machhapuchhre. I’d do it again. Plan your trip here: amblehimalaya.com/package/mardi-himal-trek
Photo taken by Herwart Schneider and kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.
München-Riem
November 1986
B-2448
Boeing 747-2J6BM
23461 / 628
Civil Aviation Administration of China (CAAC)
B-2448 has landed on runway 25 and left the runway via the end, taxiing in to the field.
Information from airhistory.net - thanks to LRS747:
Delivered new to CAAC 10th Dec 1985 and transferred to Air China July 1988. Converted to freighter Dec 1998 for operation by Air China Cargo, then transferred to Uni-top Airlines May 2009.
Stored from 2016 in Wuhan, still there in May 2022.
Registration details for this airframe:
www.planelogger.com/Aircraft/Registration/B-2448/527524
B-2448 with Air China at CDG in October 1990:
www.flickr.com/photos/75122977@N05/38145099814
B-2448 with Air China at HKG ca. 1990s (larger logo):
www.flickr.com/photos/darylchapman/5016520412
B-2448 with Air China Cargo at FRA ca. 2000:
www.flickr.com/photos/157839500@N04/49894859343
B-2448 with Uni-top Airlines at PEK in May 2009:
cdn.jetphotos.com/full/5/64595_1629705224.jpg
B-2448 with Uni-top Airlines stored at WUH in April 2020:
cdn.jetphotos.com/full/6/54224_1586786755.jpg
B-2448 along with B-2462 and B-2450 stored at WUH in May 2022:
cdn.planespotters.net/07634/b-2462-uni-top-airlines-boein...
Scan from Kodachrome slide.
Frank had a tough night tonight. With seven other dogs in the house he has lots of playmates and gets worn out. He slipped off to our bedroom and was taking a nap when I finally caught up with him. He had had too much excitement for one day. Good night buddy !
Our Daily Challenge ~ Too many/Too much
Candor: "Don't you see all this people and other dogs on my beach?"
Me: "Yes, Candor, I see them. But you have to sit here and look at me."
Candor: "But the other dogs.."
Me: "Candor..!"
Candor: "Uh, there are people with hiking sticks, don't like those... grrrr..."
Me:"Candor, sit and look!"
Candor: "Can't you take this photo without me?! I have a job to do here!"
Me:"Candor!!!"
Candor and I did a little walk at the beach for our first photo. It was quite a challenge, there were running children, some people with hiking sticks, other dogs without leashes etc. Candor wanted to guard me and manage them all alone. Sometimes I need to be more strict with him, so that he knows that I can manage these situations for him as well...
...I told him about a nun who sat in the back row of one of
my lecture courses, and who one day complained after class
that a couple near her were always spooning. "Sister," I had
said, "in these troubled times we should be grateful if that's
all they were doing"; and I related this to Nabokov rather
smugly, proud of what I deemed to be my quick wit.
"Ohhh," moaned Nabokov, mourning my lost opportunity,
clapping his hand to his head in mock anguish, "You
should have said, 'Sister, be grateful that they
were not forking.'"
Appel, Alfred. 1980. "Remembering Nabokov" In Vladimir Nabokov: A Tribute, ed. Peter Quennell. New York: William Morrow.
With a friendly wave from the driver, Red Rose 50537 (E1 RRT) passes me and a Plymouth Argyle fan along Cattle market Road, Northampton, whilst operating a 33a for Milton Keynes. The away supporter was looking for the Malt shovel Tavern, where I directed him too. It turned out he was also interested in buses, and was going to the Wellingbourgh rallly the following day. However, I did feel a little guilty, as I said to him that I hoped he enjoyed his beer, but did not enjoy the game. I got my wishes it seemed, as the Cobblers were 2-0 Victors over the Pilgrims, and there should have been a wider margin in the scoreline!
21st April 2018.
President of Ukraine Volodymyr Zelenskyy had a meeting with National Security Advisor to the President of the United States Jake Sullivan who is on a visit to Ukraine.
The Head of State thanked the Advisor to the U.S. President Joseph Biden for the support to our country at a difficult time, when Russia carried out a full-scale invasion of Ukraine.
The parties discussed the issues of further support for Ukraine from the U.S. for the defense and liberation of its territory from the occupiers, increasing the capabilities of our state to protect critical infrastructure, financial and humanitarian support, strengthening sanctions against the aggressor state of the Russian Federation, and consolidating international support for Ukraine.
Volodymyr Zelenskyy also presented Jake Sullivan with the Order of Prince Yaroslav the Wise of the II degree, which he was awarded for significant personal merits in strengthening interstate cooperation, and support for the state sovereignty and territorial integrity of Ukraine.
The President noted that he was very pleased to present this order to Jake Sullivan.
The Advisor to the U.S. President thanked for the high award and said that it was an honor for him to receive it.
The Head of State also awarded Senior Director for Europe at the U.S. National Security Council Amanda Sloat with the Order of Merit of the III degree.
He ruined my evening and my feet are so sore and tired from dancing with this A hole. So I will summon one of my foot slaves to run up to my bedroom and massage and worship my achy feet until they feel good. If he does a really really excellent job, I might reward him by letting him rub his hard cock all over my pale white pretty feet. Imagine you are this lucky foot slave who I allow to enter my bedroom and lick, suck, kiss and caress my feet.
After a whirl wind twenty-four days of madness two elves tie the knot on Christmas morning!
Merry Christmas everyone!
A spoof on the very iconic line from Notting Hill when Anna Scott (Julia Roberts) said to William Thacker (Hugh Grant): “I’m also just a girl,” she says, “standing in front of a boy. Asking him to love her.”
2014 article in TIME: The actress also talked about balancing motherhood with her career as a movie star. “I’m really proud of what I’ve accomplished in my career and what I had done in the 18 years of my career before I had kids,” the star said. “By then I felt I had really earned staying home and raising my kids and being with my family.”
As for her kids, they may be getting a new present in the near future. Roberts’ Oscar statue, which she won for her lead role in Erin Brokovitch in 2000, is still in her sister’s apartment, she told Lauer. “I’m going to go get it. I’m going to go get it and take it home,” Roberts said. “It can be Ken’s competition for Barbie’s affection.”
time.com/3070782/julia-roberts-pretty-woman-notting-hill/
Elf on the shelf, mini-Barbie's and toy bear are from the Tiny Frock Shop on eBay www.ebay.com/usr/tiny-frock-shop and at tinyfrockshop.com. Girl Elf from etsy seller: www.etsy.com/shop/TheDollyCottage
Diorama by Ken Haseltine. Nutcracker Figures from Hobby Lobby.
Countdown to Christmas is available as a book/pdf at www.blurb.com/ebooks/pc9227a5b507c417297c7 and as a magazine at www.blurb.com/b/11010810-countdown-to-christmas.
About the Ebook
As a self challenge for December 2021 a photo was taken every day up to Christmas Day (sometimes multiple photos a day) featuring 1/6 scale dioramas, Elf on the Shelf and Santa to celebrate the upcoming holiday. For any collector of smaller scaled items this is a must for any fan of Christmas in general.
Photos by Steve McKinnis of stevemckinnis.com
Photo from the Michael Bernhard collection, scan kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.
München-Riem
1976-05-22 (22 May 1976)
GBM 112
Douglas DC-6B
45564 / 1040
Zambia Air Force
A very special photo for me - I saw this aircraft depart from Riem that day from home but didn’t know what it was, I was only able to see the letters "GBM". Later I learned that it was a Zambia Air Force DC-6 - but only now I’ve seen a photo of it for the first time. Many thanks to Michael Bernhard!
Interestingly, GBM 112 had visited Riem before on 18 March 1975, and even earlier, on 8 June 1969, as YU-AFB with the Government of Yugoslavia. GBM 112’s sister ship, GBM 110, was also seen at Riem once, on 23 September 1975 (that one would become Red Bull’s OE-LDM).
Information from scramble.nl:
This airframe has an interesting history; as the last DC-6 built, it was delivered to Yugoslav Airlines JAT as YU-AFB in 1958 and in 1966 passed on to the Yugoslav Air Force as 7452, later reregistered as 73102. As such it was the presidential aircraft of President Tito. In 1970 it was shortly used by Adria Aviopromet as YU-AFB again, but then returned to the Yugoslav Air Force.
In 1975 the DC-6B was donated to Zambia, where it flew as GMB 112, the presidential aircraft of President Kaunda. In 1992 the propliner was sold to Namibia Commercial Aviation and registered as V5-NCG.
Its sister ship c/n 45563/1034, the second-to-the-last built DC-6B, is the one that was sold to Red Bull. It now flies as OE-LDM (still current in 2021).
V5-NCG has been stored in Namibia since 2010 but now there are plans to bring it back to the US (September 2020):
leehamnews.com/2020/09/21/pontifications-last-production-...
More details on this airframe including technical specifications and many photos:
Registration details for this airframe:
www.planelogger.com/Aircraft/Registration/YU-AFB/635243
This airframe as YU-AFB with JAT at ORY ca. early 1960s:
www.flickr.com/photos/169859437@N06/50802305383
This airframe as 7452 with Yugoslav Air Force at SXF in 1964:
www.planeboys.de/images/SXF%20AirlineFotos/0_gvmt_af/sw_z...
YU-AFB with Yugoslav Air Force at LBG in August 1969:
www.airhistory.net/photo/280823/YU-AFB
Another shot of GMB 112 with Zambia Air Force at Riem on 22 May 1976:
www.airhistory.net/photo/342668/GBM112
This airframe as V5-NCG with Namibia Commercial Aviation/Classic Air Travel at ERS in September 2004:
imgproc.airliners.net/photos/airliners/2/3/5/0693532.jpg
Cockpit view of V5-NCG with Namibia Commercial Aviation/Classic Air Travel at ERS in September 2004:
imgproc.airliners.net/photos/airliners/9/4/7/0685749.jpg
Cabin view of V5-NCG with Classic Air Travel at Namibia Commercial Aviation/Classic Air Travel in September 2004:
imgproc.airliners.net/photos/airliners/3/1/6/0683613.jpg
V5-NCG with Namibia Commercial Aviation/Classic Air Travel in flight at Pretoria - Waterkloof (FAWK) in September 2004:
imgproc.airliners.net/photos/airliners/5/7/1/0683175.jpg
V5-NCG with Namibia Commercial Aviation/Classic Air TravelClassic Air Travel stored at ERS in November 2016:
www.flickr.com/photos/75877584@N05/25261305588
Scan from Kodachrome slide.
Another from yesterday. I tried to get him to sit on the Panton chair but he slid off and headed to the kitchen for food (cheerios).
It's Friday tomorrow isn't it? thank goodness for that, oh, and it's Mother's day.... best buy myself a gift. I'm thinking leather, I'm thinking shoes and I'm thinking a bag to match and when I say match I don't mean 'match' just that they're leather so they 'match'.
Even when the will is strong enough, Mircea gets shook easy. It was fun to play him having to swallow back an episode of his. It's been awhile since he's been triggered.
Also... Monster feet make everything better!!
Song for the picture: One Little Lie by Simple Creatures
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8N--hfS-M3A
Mircea rolled 1d20 (with bias 4) for Rotshreck test, and rolled 23 (19+4)
Mircea smiled to them both. "I appreciate the consideration to that which is Anarch, pero I'm in charge of the neutrality of the Nameless y ALL that consider this their sanctuary. I cannot in good faith speak for Anarchs. Honestly, no one person can. If they say the can, then they are lying to you." He smiled softly. "Such is the way of Anarchs. I currently have no personal coterie I belong to. This club y all that associate to it are my familia. If there is anyone I am speaking for, it is them, pero that will be more than just kindred y with some luck it won't be just me speaking. I am just the Kindred voice in this place." He motioned to the treaty, "So do not include Anarchs y those that claim other independent persuasions in there, not unless you want a war. Let them speak for themselves to the Sept y to the Camarilla independently. They are not your subjects to be spoken for." He settled back into his seat, which was probably a smart action in hindsight. Immediately, the veil was pulled back and the mere sight of the decay, though unscented caused his eyes to dilate. Sure, he could see what everyone else was, but it triggered his mind to somewhere else. Somewhere older, where Her laughter would linger after the dark, where the sights associated to the feeling of pain... torment. It was so sudden and unexpected for him that he was not prepared. He visibly flinched and for once that generally happy and lighthearted visage curled up onto itself. His feet came up to the chair so he could hug his legs to his chest and he drew in a deep, labored breath. It was visible, that sense of him fighting back whatever it was the truly unsettled him. He didn't dare speak though. He was fairly sure he couldn't.
Baby is 6.8 lbs and 19 1/2 inches long.
Going to the hospital on Sunday to get the labor going can't wait to FINALLY meet him :)
Have a great weekend everyone!
Photo taken by Herwart Schneider and kindly provided by him for inclusion on this page.
München-Riem
ca. mid-1970s
D-ABOF (1) "München Intercontinental Jet 707"
Boeing 707-430
17721 / 162
Lufthansa
Note: D-ABOF (2) is Boeing 757-330(WL) c/n 29013/846 delivered to Condor in March 1999.
D-ABOF has turned into "by-pass area east" by taxiway A to runway 25 - enabling this close-up view taken with a standard lens from outside the fence! Lufthansa operated five Boeing 707-430s with Rolls-Royce Conway engines: D-ABOB, D-ABOC, D-ABOD, D-ABOF and D-ABOG.
Information from flickr - thanks to Paul:
New to Lufthansa as D-ABOF in 1960. To Geminair as 9G-ACK in 1977 then to Air Trans as N90498 and later Bata International as 3C-ABI in 1981. To Liberian Overseas Airways as EL-AJC in 1983 and scrapped at Bournemouth-Hurn.
Registration details for this airframe:
www.planelogger.com/Aircraft/Registration/D-ABOF/489806
D-ABOF with Lufthansa in 1960 (initial colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/agamemnon/2960423833
D-ABOF with Lufthansa at JFK in February 1964 (non-standard livery):
www.flickr.com/photos/23032926@N05/11270152785
D-ABOF with Lufthansa at AMS in 1967 (later colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/jbsollentuna/33816489075
This airframe as 9G-ACK with Geminair at DUS in 1978 (basic Lufthansa colours):
imgproc.airliners.net/photos/airliners/8/0/0/1731008.jpg
9G-ACK with Geminair at LGW in August 1978 (Geminair tail logo, Lufthansa cheatline):
www.flickr.com/photos/pslg05896/30622006291
9G-ACK with Geminair at LGW in June 1979 (full colours):
www.flickr.com/photos/53277566@N06/37271092870
This airframe as EL-AJC at BOH in July 1983:
www.flickr.com/photos/wrnxb03/39745974655
EL-AJC (fuselage only) at BOH in August 1987:
www.flickr.com/photos/steelhead2010/8357737276
Scan from Kodachrome slide.
Close-up photo of my moc of the four-armed giant with two long horns aka Quadraxon
I should be posting more photos of him soon
Chapter 7
The Daring Kind
She must have been able to read the discomfort in his eyes, assuming her actions had left her lover speechless.
She appeared happy to accept that for an answer and backed away, still smiling smugly, towards the staircase.
The diamond dangling from the coronet was still flashing its Morse code-like flickers, tapping the message to him that signalled, come get me!
Happily, she tapped his cheek, then turned and disappeared back around the corner with a swish of her gown, trilled affectionately to ‘Gaston” as she did…
“A most welcome home darling Gaston!”
He then heard her say merrily from her hiding spot...
“You have till the count of 25 luv , so get a move on”.
He stood there, jaw opened wide beneath his mask, his eyes had watched as her gown had wispily whipped around the corner behind her, whilst listening as she was giggling quite excitedly to herself at her cleverness!
He just didn't know what to think.
So of course, He obediently followed her directions.
“Bloody “ell” he muttered, thinking, had he just had fallen into a cat thief’s wildest dream!
He opened the door to the green satin wrapped damsel’s bedroom, and pulling out his torch, lit its pencil-thin beam.
Wishing only now that only the real Gaston didn’t decide to show his mug and spoil all the fun!
Once Inside, the torchlight quickly found her oak jewel case on the mantel of an old stained oaken dresser.
The high case matched the dresser and drawers below it perfectly, and it appeared that it was all uniquely Chippendale!
It sat across from a matching four-poster, with a sea blue satin coverlet and matching silken sheets.
“Nice of her to point out where her jewels are kept!” He thanked the clueless girl!
He swiftly went over and began opening the many drawers of the jewellery case, or jewellery coffin as some would churlishly call it!
The thin light of his torch lit up a sinfully copious display of jewels, note quite as valuable as the ones discovered in the master bedroom, but it was a damn close race all the same!
He happily began pulling out the drawers and sliding the prettily flickering contents into an already bulging case.
Rudely discarding the empty drawers unceremoniously upon the floor.
The lady he hoped, would appreciate the dedicated “realism “that this’ Gaston’ of her’s was going to put into her play, and he was just the person to make it realistic!
He reckoned this with a rather nefarious smile spreading upon the bearded face, covered by its thin black mask.
At that precise moment, he heard the door creak slowly open….
She was coming in quietly, and soon the lady proved her mettle to be quite the actress!
He heard her gasp behind him as he continued on his work!
“ No, not my jewels, Do anything to me but don’t take my family jewels!”
He turned around to face the damsel, holding the pearl filled final drawer in his thin black-gloved hand.
She stood there with her left hand to her mouth, while her right ringed gloved fingers played with her necklace. The diamonds flickered quite as she held it up!
She then teased, delighted at his captured attention! …
“You want these, do you not Mister Burglar, I can see it in your eyes!”
Looking upon her, he tipped the drawer full of pearls into the black bag, then dropping it empty onto the pile strewn about at his feet.
Then he eagerly, purposefully, moved towards her, lustfully eyeing the pretty victim’s savoury jewels.
She shivered as if she read his mind, that he would take her jewels and flee into the night with them.
But she was not ready to have him do that, so she commanded him in a softly brisk tone…
“Not yet!”
Putting up a nicely ringed finger to indicate he should come no further!
Surprisingly to himself, for he had no real reason to listen, he obediently stopped in his tracks to await her next command.
As it turned out, he was soon very glad he had done so!
Then he eagerly, purposefully, moved towards her, lustfully eyeing the pretty victim’s savoury jewels.
She shivered as if she read his mind, that he would take her jewels and flee into the night with them.
But she was not ready to have him do that, so she commanded him in a softly brisk tone…
“Not yet!”
Putting up a nicely ringed finger to indicate he should come no further!
Surprisingly to himself, for he had no real reason to listen, he obediently stopped in his tracks to await her next command.
As it turned out, he was soon very glad he had done so!
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Chapter 8
One must be Methodical
Dropping her hand, she questioned him…
“What have you forgotten to do, my dear thief?”
He stood still, hoping she would just obligingly tell him what to do next.
She happily did so...
“My closet! Gaston your always forgetting any good burglar worth his salt checks a damsel’s closet for brooches and such left on by ladies far too lazy to remove them from one's party frocks. I swear Gaston You would make a horrible burglar in real life. You would positively starve if it were not for being directed by someone like me!”
She chortled at her wit.
He just smiled, thanking her inwardly for being ever so much a big help to her poor Darling ‘Gaston’!
He turned to his right and headed straight to the closet, curious as to what he was expected to find inside?
Opening the door, a long floor length mirror was revealed, allowing one to see into the interior of the bedroom behind him.
Including the reflection of his most helpful victim as she stood there in all her jewelled and tight-fitting emerald satin attired glory!
She keenly watching his progress with an eager interest, as he stole a look at her reflection, muttering happily to himself…
“Best get this over with quickly, then attend to the lady and her finery!”
He turned to look back inside, and was met with a designer like an assortment of colourful dresses, gowns, and other fancy attire!
A quite nice, if not downright beguiling, display of soft velvets, slinky silks, sleek satins, frilled lace, and shiny leather.
He quickly began his task at hand, letting his thinly gloved fingers feel through the wonderfully sleek fabrics for anything hard and metallic.
On one velvet number he felt something like a necklace around its top, he pulled it out, but disappointedly it was a rhinestone collared frock.
He tossed it onto the bed and resumed his search as she could be heard softly giggling behind him...
“Nope, nothing on that one, but don’t quit just yet!
He stole a glance at her from the mirror, then he turned back into working the closet.
The glance revealed that his ‘mentor’ was watching him eagerly, her whole being quivering in anticipation head down to spiky heeled foot!
He fingered a satiny white ruffled blouse, he decided he had better keep tabs on this one, still not sure what exactly her game was all on about?
He muttered to himself…
“They were her jewels after all, weren’t they? Indeed, rather valuable for mere playthings!”
There had to be something inside here!
He thought as he let drop the satin blouse and plunged his gloved hands inside again and felt around.
This time he was rewarded by feeling a slight prick of something solid and sharp.
He pulled out a luxuriously long black satin number and saw it had two ruby clips attached to its bodice.
He held it up to the mirror so she could see.
she clapped gleefully, watching him pull free the ruby clips from the evening gown and casually flipped them into his bag on the floor.
“Well done Gaston!”
He looked up at her, as the slinky black gown was indifferently added to the growing pile on her bed.
He could see by her reflection that she was excitedly eating it up.
Then she suddenly resumed back into her character of being the hapless victim.
And began to miserably plead…
“Please mister burglar don't take everything of mine! I am sure there is nothing more inside!”
He smiled, wondering how she would react when she eventually found out that indeed, she was a hapless victim of her game!?
Turning his attention once again to her closet he moved aside the hangers, revealing a set of shelves set in the back that contained a nice selection of sensible shoes, wedged pumps, glossy spiked heels and designer style purses.
One purse caught his ever-appraising eyes, a small gold clutch with what looked like (and probably was) a diamonded clasp!
He pulled it out and tossed the expensive bugger into the bag.
“Oui , Good eye Gaston! It's almost like you were a real thief.”
She gurgled this, shivering in delight, as her earrings and necklace flickered along with her figure, like uncontrollable wildfires.
He watched the enticing show from her reflection in the handy door length mirror.
Then he turned back to the closet.
For, as he was moving the dresses over to look into the shelves, his eye had caught sight of a black leather jacket with a belt studded by what must have been a thousand rhinestones.
He now pulled it out and searched its pockets, mainly to tease her a bit further, for he imagined that “Gaston” would do such a thing!
So, he was utterly surprised when his gloved fingertips felt something cold and a bit weighty in a side pocket!
He slipped it out and found he was holding a solid gold cigarette case, which he added to the ever-growing collection in his bag!
His “Mentor” trilled as he did so, exclaiming with happy surprise...
“I had wondered where that had gotten off to luv! The matching lighter should be there too!”
He reached back in, and there it was, as well as a small ivory and ebony gold ringed cigarette holder.
Both of which quickly joined their companion in the now bulging bag.
He then pulled off the shimmery belt.
Even with rhinestones, it was worth a pretty penny he reasoned.
As started to pitch it into the case, he heard the Lady helpfully exclaim in the background, a good idea she said excitedly.
“Save that for when you tie me up to take my jewels!”
Shaking his head, why not? he tossed the belt to the helpful lass’s feet…
Thinking he was quite finished with the closet as he held the leather jacket, he for no rhyme or reason, took the time to hang it back up rather than adding it to the pile on the bed.
But It was as he did so that something, a most decidedly not rhinestone something, flashed in the dim lights in the gap that had been made where the leather jacket had hung!
He eagerly reached in and pulled out a lovely long brown, silky soft, liquidly appearing gown.
Holding it up triumphantly, he looked down at the dazzling sparkles of a magnificent gem-encrusted brooch that was suspended from the gown’s wide centre waistline.
“Good show Gaston!”
She exclaimed in the background.
His eyes left the brooch and looked into the mirror at her.
She was clapping, rings and bracelets, earrings and Coronet, the whole lot, erupting into a million pinpricks of fire as she did so!
He felt his manhood rising precariously as he looked her over, feeling the effect, even from this distance, her primitively carnal arousal!
She eagerly continued, spilling her emotions into her words!
“Mon Mari, I was going to tease you later if you were to ‘ave missed that one, and I was sure you were going to!”
“Tsk!” he said to himself. wonder what the teasing part would have entailed!
At the same time his mind was picturing this, he automatically, without taking his eyes off the mirror, pulled off the brooch and nonchalantly pocketing the breathtakingly pretty jewel before throwing the scintillatingly downy soft feeling soft gown onto the shiny pile already laying strewn about the bed.
It flashed through his mind that the fancy dresses strewn about could have been the striplings from that many jewel encrusted maidens, like this one, and what a delightful haul that would have been to carry out!
Savouring those thoughts, he turned once again to focus his attention, on the rather all too helpful Miss, his eyes traveling unabashedly up and down her figure.
Time was a-wasting!
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Chapter 9
Wasting Time?
He eagerly started to move towards her...
“Almost!”
She said with a giggle, her flashily ringed finger raised again, stopping him as he had started to move towards her as she admonished him…
“Not quite yet! You forgot the most important part of burgling a lady’s chamber! “
Again, he stood staring, not quite knowing what the devil this peculiarly eager to be robbed damsel in distress was going on about now!?
But quite recent experience told him it should be to his thieving benefit to take more precious time and hear her out!
So, he stood questioningly waited to hear what the most important part was?
Which she then, quite helpfully, spelled it all out to him…
“You didn't check the lingerie drawer, Gaston! Any real burglar would have done so!”
He observed her winking at him …
“Come along Gaston l, get into your role my darling…!”
He looked at her, smirking to himself…
“Indeed, lady, I will!”
Curiously He turned and looked down upon the drawer in the stand next to her bed.
“No silly, still in the drawer beneath my now pilfered jewel case!”
She was looking down mischievously at the Drawers set in the ancient oak antique Chippendale dresser.
He turned, hesitating…
Should dear Gaston know which one it was?
He decided to just start at the top and began opening them one by one and pray he did not invoke her to start having any doubts as to his true nature!
He went over and started to pull open the top drawer.
She could be heard giggling in the background…
“Moved it on you didn’t I from the last time!? “
Her most welcomed words relived a bit of his anxiety, the gig was still not up, she still hadn’t guessed that he was the real thing, and not some love lost Beau sadly burdened with the moniker of Gaston, of all things!
“Ahh, there you go my darling!”
She said as he opened the next…
The drawer was found to contain, as promised, piles of wispy thin satin and silks, in all colours of a shimmering rainbow! Curious as to what further riches he was meant to find, he greedily swirled the expensive lingerie about, soon finding a pile of glistening silver all carefully laid out on one side.
A silver brush comb and matching mirror, all studded with jewelled handles, and a pair of silver handcuffs!
He lifted the jewelled vanity pieces...
He had once drooled over a similar set discovered in a museum's case!
“Oops, she giggled, forgot those were there, just leave ‘em luv!”
But he continued to place them into the case at his feet and was surprised when she did not protest.
Instead, she said reasonably…
“But of course, they are jewelled, just be careful with ‘em please my darling?”
Buy then he was already curiously looking inside, lifting the handcuffs…
He heard his victim give out a hoarse moan behind him!
The handcuffs and keys he lifted and threw on the satin comforter of the bed, wondering how many times she and her Gaston had put them to use?
He picked up the now quite hefty leather pouch and looked over at his smirking victim.
“Come mister thief!”
She instructed lustfully …
“Finally time to do your worst!”
“With pleasure” he murmured to himself, studying most hypnotic swaying of her long jewelled earrings…
“To all my just gratification, Madam!”
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Chapter 10
Lusting Gratification
He came over from the fancy oak dresser and finally stood before her.
The lady’s head came up to his chin, her pretty face looking up with innocence, into his.
She was smiling most provocatively, one hand still holding the clasp of her cloak, the other resting upon the shimmery brooch pinned onto the cloak over her right breast.
He, for no real reason, found himself wondering if the broach’s placement meant she was left-handed.
“Okay mister burglar, take me broach, I see your eye’ in it!”
For the first time, but not the last, he almost felt sorry for the show that poor Gaston was missing out on, but glad deep down that he, on the other hand, was not!
He reached down and pried her fingers from the brooch, and as he unpinned the precious jewel, she pushed against him so his fingers brushed against a rather perked, notably heaving breast.
Obligingly he allowed his fingers free reign to fondle her tits!
With a deep sigh, she listlessly allowed both her hands to fall to her sides as she leaned into him, her eyes turned upward gazing lustfully at him with her imploring hazel green eyes.
Huskily she murmured…
“That’s it, not too quickly now…”
He unsteadily managed to unfasten the broach, his fingers a bit encumbered by the game she was playing with her body as she leaned in against him.
Pulling it off, his fingers brushing her soft figure, he let the broach plop into the pouch at his feet…
He then reached up and undid the jewelled clasp of her long green satin cape, exposing is silvery lining… and finally revealing the playful lady’s gown as it lay in full glory down along her enticingly Horney diminutive figure!
As well as revealing her remaining ornaments, in all their exquisite glimmering glory!
Tongue-tied in awe; he watched the cape slither down from her arms.
She looked up into his face, lustful eyes sparkling with delight at his unbridled rapture at seeing her...
Though not for a second realizing quite what it was about her that had captured his total drooling interest!
“Cat ‘ave your tongue there laddie?”
She purred, her hazel eyes opening doe wide, offering no quarter as to their needful meaning.
He just let his eyes travel up and down the now fully exposed figure, quickly taking it all in.
He thought with satisfaction …
“The only thing that had more shine than those doe-like eyes were the diamonds that fell ever so dripping, ever so invitingly, from alluring points along down her scintillating figure!”
Her green satin gown was fitted to show off every delightful curve of her figure.
The bodice was not decorated by rhinestones or anything else that would have taken away one’s eyes from the jewels the wearer was sporting.
Those jewels consisted of a brooch equally as magnificent as the one he had plucked from the brown satin gown found hanging in her closet.
Besides, now could be viewed her long wide necklace dripping down to just above her visibly heaving breasts. The fine piece was set with blazing diamonds, smaller round ones surrounding a steady stream of larger egg-shaped ones that matched the one that hung from her forehead.
She smiled at his amazement.
“Gaston, you almost act as you have never seen these before!”
She scolded, while playfully lifted the necklace, letting it flow charmingly through her emerald green satin gloved fingers.
“Or are you really getting into robbing me, you naughty man!”
She let her other hand playfully pat the side of his mask.
For a second, he thought she was going to pull it up to kiss him, thus spoiling the game.
So, he quickly grabbed her by the wrists under the pretense of studying her rings and bracelets, thus successfully diverting her mind away from the thought.
“Ahh mister burglar, you want my pretties, I can tell, do you desire them more them Moi? One can imagine that you do! Quickly now, put yonder chair to use and ensure sure your victim cannot slip away whilst you wrestle the jewels from her very body!”
Liking this game more and more, he quickly fetched over the chair she was indicating.
Happy to oblige, it would make things far easier at the end he thought to himself with a dash of relief!
The chair was another sturdy Chippendale, Victorian-era straight-backed. Its' position, reflection in the closet door he had left open, would allow them both to watch from all angles. Dear Romeo ‘Gaston’ could not have planned it better!
He sat it down behind her and she started to sit.
He grabbed her by the wrists, keeping her upright. He looked into her wide-open eyes, yet she was the one smirking like the cat eyeing the canary in its cage!
“Good Lord he thought wryly. What did you get yourself into mate?”
she asked him sweetly, honey dripping with each syllable.
“What do you have in mind for your victim?”
He briskly turned her around and began to unzip her gown, feeling its slick material, quite luscious even under the thin gloves he wore.
“Good show Gaston!
she chirped in approval…
“Make your victim feel vulnerable!”
She kicked off the gown and it fell in a pile on the carpet, with the brooch on top, sparkling like a lighthouse on top of an Irish island of shimmering green. She was looking up at him, clad only in a scant mint coloured silken slip that hung delightfully tight against her now quite overly perked figure.
She stooped down giving him a purposely good view of her ‘fin arrière’, tightly outlined by her silken thin slip. She reached down and retrieved her cape, covering the cold oak back of the high-backed chair with it and slipped onto it, too fast for him to react.
“Damn! He had planned to nick that pretty cape with its expensively wrought clasp as well!”
“But he reasoned, all is fair in love, games, and theft!”
He went over and undid the satin sash of her green gown, eyeing the brooch, but not taking it...
“Not yet my pretty!”
He said to himself with promise, as he slipped the sash off.
He turned back around, again she was still smirking like the cat that had now caught the canary, though this time it looked like she had bloody thing in her mouth. He looked down at her gloved hands, the bracelets were there, but judging by her now bare fingers, it was not a canary she had sucked into her mouth.
Without letting on to her mischievous game, he went behind her and she quite helpfully placed her gloved hands behind the chair, her fingers beckoning, trying to get him to notice her missing rings. But he had other ideas for that part of her game…
And it did not involve Gaston snogging ‘er to get at em!
He employed the sash by tying her waist to the chair.
He could feel her shiver deliciously from her head to toe, squirming playfully in the chair.
Then in her throes of passion, she almost slipped off the chair, made slicker by the cape upon which she perched, sitting in an equally slippery slip, and he had to catch her and pull her back, feeling her shiver pleasurably as he held her.
Her dangling earrings were flickering like mad throughout the show, beckoning quite invitingly in his face as he was kneeling, causing him to shiver in much the same manner as her.
He then rose and going to the bed picked up the set of the handcuffs. Going back, he held her eyes steady with his, as she tried to come across as if she was imploring him not to do it, the rings hidden in her mouth preventing her to speak out!
As he approached, she kicked off both of her emerald rhinestones covered spiked heels, playfully missing him.
He smiled at her mischievously, going around and handcuffing her wrists together as she squirmed!
Then he came back around, and bent down in front of her, his hand reaching back and snatching up the rhinestone belt from her leather jacket.
He reached down, and taking an ankle in turn, strapped them both securely together!
She was not going anywhere without dragging the chair with her!
He had kept the keys on the bed, she could reach there to undo herself, but he was planning to be long gone before she would manage to accomplished that feat!
She was now ready, bound up the way she was, to be mercilessly stripped of the rest of her jewels!
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Chapter 11
The Subtle Touch
He went down behind her and she arched back in an attempt to watch what he was up to!
He looked over at their figures image in the mirror, her coronet, necklace, and earrings vividly sparkling in the reflection, like fire on a distant mountain he thought drooling with anticipation…….
He methodically decided to start with her Bracelets….
Holding her left wrist with his left hand, he let his right-hand travel up her squirming figure till he reaches her breast. Cupping it he began to with a slipping motion, massage it through her thin satiny slip.
She curled her figure against her bindings, closed her eyes, and began to whimper and moan lustily, opening her mouth just enough to keep her rings hidden inside!
As his right hand subtly pleaded her breasts, his left hand travelled down to a cuffed diamond bracelet. He began rubbing it up and down her gloved wrist in sync with his right hand, eventually worked it open and slipped it off from around her wrist, tossing it neatly into his pouch.
He repeated the performance on her right wrist as she continued moaning in total satisfaction.
If she noticed her twin bracelets were being removed in the process of having her breasts massaged, she did not appear to care.
Then, playing along with the lady’s game, he fruitlessly felt for her rings, hearing her muffled giggles above him as she squirmed.
“Mmmm,” she said, through gritted teeth not being able to open her mouth due to her rings.
He could see that what she was unable to voice, it was readable in her expression, reflected from the handy mirror!
Then he moved his hands, grasping her by the silken sides of her slip, and began to tickle her mercilessly, she started to uncontrollably giggle, then stated to sputter, finally letting loose with a gasping laugh!
This sent the three sparkling rings she had been holding inside her mouth, spinning out and plopping onto the green silk of her lap, where they slithered down between her knees!
“Dirty Play, Gaston!”
She admonished, snapping her legs closed to hide the rings, tears in her eyes as she laughed out her words…
“That wasn’t how… !
He hushed up her words by quickly plunging his gloved fingers down inside her slip, grasping and kneading her breasts in unison
Her whole being tingling with the exquisite pleasure, made her forget entirely how she had wanted him to play the game with her rings!
But he was now entirely in control of the situation, and she felt her whole figure limply wilt under his command!
He left his right hand inserted down her slip to carry on with the task, subtly extracting his left to then run fingers through her long blonde, luxurious feeling hair, pulling it back behind her head, where it hung down in a gold coloured silken mass!
Figuring if he did, she would lean right back to look up at him!
Which is exactly what she did, playing right into his trick!
Her eyes, though, were still tightly shut, as her focus went off to some erotic location, as she was reeling in the vivid pleasures of her game.
Her green satin gloved fingers tried to adjust her bonds so she could reach back out behind her, and he knew for what and responded appropriately by rising so she could reach her objective.
Then it became his turn to be the one moaning softly through gritted teeth…
He silently thought, while groaning inwardly…
“Easy on the family jewels there, missy!”
“Oh, My Darling Gaston!”
she responded, apparently, hopefully, waiting for a response.
He gave her one, though not verbally…
He leaned against the backside of the chair, getting as close to her as he could!
She began to grope quite furiously and he thought of a monkey he had seen once in the city zoo doing one such number on a banana.
He was also finding it increasingly difficult to keep his mind on the task at hand.
So, he pulled away from her grasp a little, allowing her fingers the barest of touch!
He then gently pulled back her blonde hair, and quickly started caressing her now sweating earlobes, taking advantage of where this lady’s reeling mind was otherwise occupied!
Slowly, carefully stroking up and off, he pulled out the gold hooks attached to her sparkling earrings from each pierced ear.
Freeing both of her lovely long earrings in turn and letting them drop, glimmering into his leather pouch!
He kept on caressing, deeply thrusting his right hand in and along her breasts for several minutes taking precious time with the task as to keep her mind away from what he was accomplishing from behind her trussed up back.
Meanwhile, his left hand moved up into a new position.
Her entire being was squirming, so enraptured and enthralled, that she never even felt him picking up the ends of the thin coronet: lifting oh so carefully, each end of shiny gold braided ends that were woven into her hair, and began gently lifting out each one free!
As he pulled it delicately away, she did not even miss the egg-shaped diamond as it stopped brushing against her sweat glistened brow!
Once he had freed the shimmering piece, he eagerly lifted to admire it!
She broke his trance by purring, opening her eyes as he quickly hid the jewelled coronet!
“Well, my Gaston! I can feel you desire me again, my darling! It has been quite a long time for you also!”
But though she may have felt that something growing between her captor’s legs, she had no inkling that he had been busy lifting her pricey jewelled headpiece!
Nor did she now hear it being dropped in the pouch at her foot!
So, oblivious that her earrings and coronet were gone, the bound, satin slip clad lady, quite seductively began murmuring these words as her fingers continued their gentle free play between his legs.
“You want me don’t you luv!”
She asked this seductively, wistfully as her eyes opened wide and looking up into his, catching him hovering over her, his eyes from the slits in his hood, looking down upon her.
He had stopped fondling her breasts with his right hand and placing that hand on her shoulder was looking down upon her with lust-filled eyes!
But she was entirely misreading the object of his also lustful gaze…
She again closed her eyes with a heavy sigh!
As his eyes went to what he now really wanted from her!
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Chapter 12
The Fondling Theft
He smiled as he looked down upon her throat, watching the diamond and emerald necklace moving up and down in conjunction with her heavy breathing!
For the small fortune in diamonds, dribbling nicely down as her throat was arching back in her ecstasy, was sending a rippling cascading fire of colour from its’ gemstones!
This was, for the most part, the blame for a stiffly obvious condition of his John Thomas!
“Kiss me, Gaston!”
The enraptured miss cried out yearningly at that point.
In her bliss, his victim moved open her knees ever so slightly, uncovering several small glittering objects!
The rings! He had almost forgotten all about them!
Seizing the moment, his hand had delved down, then up in between her legs!
He pried open wider her legs, finding no resistance atoll.
He then obliged her sweet fantasy
As her thoughts of being kissed vanished into the aire in a fit of convulsive ecstasy.
She screeched, her whole figure thrashing against her bindings as the intensity of sparking feeling erupted from the sensitive area he had invaded!
He reached into her lap, his fingers plunging in against her silken slip, scooping the rings inside, inserting two fingers, pushing inside a portion of her slip with the bundle of 3 rings, deep up within her vagina!
Her whole being exploded into enveloping, exquisitely painful jolts of pleasure as her long waiting orgasm took full effect.
He had ardently moved against her and he felt her fingers curling around his manhood, he pulled away quickly before she could cause him some pain from a reflecting grasp!
“Gaston,!” she screamed her eyes closed shut tight in pulsating ecstasy!
He had begun groping about inside her vagina, searching inside the slip he had pushed up for the rings that were laying somewhere there, unseen!
He soon found and scooped out each glittery ring one by one, pushing them deeply up and into her pulsating “Labia Majora”, before pulling them from the now damp silk and tossing them each neatly into his bag.
As he pulled out the last ring, along with her now wet portion of slip, she said, her voice hoarse with expectations,
“Sure you found everything mister burglar Gaston?”
He reached down and randomly pulled up her hairpiece from the top of the glistening pile in his pouch and dropped it down between her legs.
She opened her eyes, looking down
“When did that fall off?”
Forgetting her hands were bound, she had tried to feel up for her hair…
Like she had done with her rings, she firmly clamped her legs tightly over the jewel, extinguishing its flicker as it laid there shimmering brightly!
“Not part of the game, luv… I borrowed that from Lilly, silly! “
She giggles at her rhyme, light-headed from the lingering effects of her prickling arousal and orgasm!
He smirked, thinking!
Hmmm, where is this Lilly, and is she another one wondering about, wearing the good ‘ice’ this evening? But, back to the job at hand!
He bent down and tried to open her knees…
She resisted, struggling against her bindings as she tried to work her hands-free to stop him!
He hoped she was still playing her game, and not having second thoughts about it.
It could make things rather unpleasant!
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Chapter 13
Pleasant Reflections
But apparently, the gig was not up yet!
For an old memory had been invoked back to her conscious mind.
With this thought, she said lustily, her dry throat cracking her words…
“Ah yes, you are right my dear Gaston! Recreating that time in the film we were watching, when a thief lifted some jewels from those ladies at a party, after promising them he was reformed!”
“Yes Gaston, you remembered that game..!”
she said with a sultry gasp, before uttering one last word.
“Except …”
He froze not sure if he should follow-through, not wishing to upset any apple carts of fantasy she was expecting.
Then she went on….
“I should have told you that the Tiara was out of bounds, of course, you wouldn’t ‘ave known it was mine, being absent for so many years…!”
He looked down at her and saw that she was again watching him with some queries.
Was she having some doubts as to what game was being played?
he was curiously wondering?
He removed his hands from her leg!
She sighed happily!
“Thank you, you are a gentleman as well as a thief! Dear sir!”
He then reached up and lifted her necklace, fingering its beckoning lure.
She said nothing...
So apparently, this beauty was still in play!
it was time for the coupe de grace!
He eagerly contemplated as he eyed the magnificent necklace, the last and best piece of his victim's worn jewels.
He again grasped her breasts, fondling them through the silken slip with his right hand.
Whilst his left travelled up her slick backside, reaching the back of her throat, and her necklaces’ jewelled clasp!
Using two gloved fingers, he neatly popped open the clasp and watched as the two ends fell open and hung down over her shoulders.
Curious as to what reaction she would give,
She did not disappoint
She quivered and moaned, then, began choking out the words in quite in a seductive, huskily hoarse-voiced manner.
“Gaston, Mon Mari!”
Her eyes were glazed over, reflected in the mirror, wide open with crazed excitement!
Suddenly an epiphany of an idea enters his head
letting one ned of the necklace noticeably drag up and over her shoulder, he released his hold, with a cascading fiery slither, it fell inside between her heaving breasts.
His right hand still fondling those breasts, he felt the necklace and worked it past so it slipped further down, landing in her lap!
Her diamonded necklace had joined its jewelled mate, the forbidden fruit, the jewelled coronet!
He then did the job properly, feeling along with the outside first, then reaching inside and giving great attention to all of her sweet spots.
Finally reaching the bottom, he again located her clit and began to manipulate it!
“Oh good, lord !”
she exclaimed, pleasurably leaning forward as much as her bindings would allow
As he fondled and groped, going all out to give her already intensely aroused figure as much over stimulation as possible!
Said figure, which had been ratcheting impulsively during the entire performance, now shot straight rigid as his fingers began once again searching the area between her legs!
She let out a piercing squeal as he hit home several times.
And as she closed her eyes tightly with each plunge of his right hands’ fingers finding their mark contorting her figure into exquisite convulsions, he took the opportunity to reach in with his free left hand and grabbed the now unprotected jewels from her lap!
As he pulled her jewels free, she slumped back into the chair, her whole being exhausted from her ecstatic struggles!
He slipped the shimmering strings of diamonds, necklace, and coronet, down on top of their pilfered, glittering mates…
Quite a haul he thought as He looked at her body, eyes clamped shut, still grasping to control her pinnacle reached desires!
She never even noticed that her borrowed headpiece had also been scooped up along with her necklace as he had quickly, unobtrusively also taken it to be deposited inside his bag
He went over to the piled green gown laying on the floor.
Lifting it he carried it over to his victim.
Holding it up he watches as the dazzling brooch was reflected in her, now open, slightly glazed over, doe wide eyes.
He slipped off the jewel, mindlessly pocketing it with the other, as he laid the gown reverently out over her lap.
Her only reaction was to close her eyes and groan happily.
“Okay Gaston you win, she murmured huskily, now untie me!”
“This Gaston did win!
He thought smirking to himself as claimed the now weighty pouch from the floor!
He began to stroll briskly towards the bedroom door exit, preparing himself for when she would realize the truth and start her desperate pleading.
It didn’t take long he heard her exclaim from behind his back before reaching the door…
“Hey, Gaston ! Where do you think you are going, lad?!”
“I said game over, no didn’t I ?!
She must have been looking down, for she began to bleat on like an annoying lost lamb…
“And you give me back that Tiara, it is not supposed to have been part of the game!”
He spoke aloud for the first time, lecturing…
“It is more of a Coronet than a Tiara my sweet!”
The burglar boldly closed the door behind him, distinguishing any further comment from the now indignantly squealing young, distressed Damsel.
He retraced his steps out to the second-floor sitting room’s balcony.
Then made his exiting the way he had come.
Climbing from the ancient wrought iron fire stairs conveniently located down off the second-floor balcony!
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Had friends over the house tonight who brought over their puppy and asked if I would take a few pics for them.
He is a Dogue De Bordeaux, a French Mastiff, such an awesome puppy, getting him to hold still long enough to get good pics was a challenge though. He is full of energy and was enjoying his new surroundings, but I was still able to get a few good pics for them. Only putting a few up, hope all you dog lovers out there enjoy these.
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Watching life pass by him, as he sits on lamp post on the entertaining Venice Beach Boardwalk! Colorful scene on a warm Spring day in L.A.!
nnenn's passing away is a great loss for the Lego online community. He was an artist with the bricks, he had developed his style and stood up to his opinion. Two great achievements for which I will never forget him. His presence will be leaving a great hole. Rest in Peace.
My condolence for his wife and two children. I wish them very much strength in this very hard time.
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My heart is heavy right now. I think deep down I know why, but I don't want to admit it. I don't want to face it.
But God is stronger. God is bigger.
Because He still loves me, even though I am so selfish. Even though I forsake Him everyday. Even though I don't go to Him for everything. Even though I can go a whole day without a thought of Him and what He does and has done for me.
Forgive me, Lord.