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Haven't been uploading a whole lot recently! At least not actual Lego posts that I used to do a lot. What can you expect when you work constantly and also have a Girlfriend and a Youtube channel that just hit 2,000 subs! Long story short I've been busy so I thought I'd post an actual Custom figure picture since I've updated some figures recently! Well, here they are:
Lucius Fox: Lord Business body with brown hands and standard hair. I've been using the GB Winston head because I liked it better than my old goatee head I used to use. Also it's convenient that Ernie Hudson, who played Winston, will be playing the Fantastic Mr. Fox in "Batman: Bad Blood".
Robin (Jason Todd): So this Robin was made after Arkham Knight came out and Jason Todd's Robin was shown in game. I loved the design, although He will be updated again soon! I want him to have the New Robin torso since it looks closer to the game! He'll of course get a cape just like my other Robins. Also according to Taylor (TCmazz1) His boots and gauntlets are yellowish/lime green in the game but I don't think that'd look good so I went with classic Green! He uses the Damian Wayne Head and Hair, 2012 Robin Torso with dark green arms, and Brick Forge Gauntlets.
Darkest Knight Batman: I came up with this Batman after purchasing my AK Batman. So the idea behind this one is after Jason Todd's funeral, Batman switches from grey/black to all black to mourn over the loss of his fallen soldier. It uses the 2015 JL Cowl, 2012 Black suit Batman torso, OnlineSailins AK Head and Arms, Brick Warriors Gauntlets, and a Custom cape that was also included with the AK Batman but was not made by OnlineSailin.
Batsuit V8.03: Arkham Knight Batman. So I put silver arms, custom painted BrickForge gauntlets, the 2012 Cowl and head, and a 2015 cape on him. (Because I feel the shape and material are more accurate looking.) And Now he's ready to suit up, jump in the Batmobile and spend half the game fighting ridiculous amounts of tanks!
Robin (Dick Grayson): Based on his Arkham Origins Online Appearance, This Robin uses the combed hairpiece, 2006 head, two different capes, 2012 body with black arms and hands, red BrickForge Gauntlets, and painted legs.
Kid Flash: So All I did was repaint his body a bit and give him the Hawkeye head because mine sucked donkey dick through a straw!
Arsenal (Roy Harper): All I did was give him a head found at a retro toy store yesterday! YAY!
Tell me what you think you goobers!
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Do you know where you're goin' to?
Do you like the things that life is showin' you.
Where are you goin' to? Do you know?
I know another crappy clone, I really wish I had time to really do a good job but after shooting this uploading this and getting everything in photoshop I had less than 20 minutes to do this, and on my slow ass computer no less. Anyway, if you follow my photostream you may know I had wanted to change my job function at work a month or two ago. Well last night they gave me the shot, which was good and bad. Bad because everybody was watching me complaining about me and just talking about me leaving my department. why? what did I do? Why is me moving a controversy? It is tough, I got read the riot act by some and congratulated by others. But now everybody else wantes to leave the department I was in, so no I am being blamed for the collapse of my department. Sadly though because they want to be fair they are going to give everybody in my dept. the shot, so I wll not be leaving the dept. at all. So I have to take the blame for everything and I probably wont gain a thing. I have said it before and I will say it again, I hate my job, Oh well off to it.
Anyone who knows anything about Amtrak rolling stock is familiar with the bi-level Superliner equipment that has been the mainstay of Western long-distance trains since the early 1980s.
The Superliners were inspired by the bi-level coaches, diners and lounge cars ordered by the Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe in the 1950s for its El Capitan train between Chicago and Los Angeles, and also assigned to the San Francisco Chief between Chicago and Richmond, California.
Yet Amtrak had a third class of bi-level cars that primarily were assigned to Midwest corridor runs. These cars came from the Chicago & North Western.
Amtrak picked up the C&NW bi-levels in 1973, initially leasing 12 of them. Because the cars arrived at Amtrak still wearing their C&NW colors, some erroneously have assumed that they were taken from the North Western's Chicago commuter train equipment pool.
They were not. The cars were built in 1958 for North Western's 400 trains. The C&NW bi-levels used head-end power so Amtrak also leased three C&NW F units until Amtrak E units could be rebuilt to provide head-end power.
The cars saw duty on the Illinois Zephyr, Illini, The Loop, Shawnee, Hiawatha Service and Hoosier State. Perhaps other corridor trains had the equipment, too.
In the photograph above, it is very cold day in early February 1977 in Chicago as Amtrak train No. 58, the Panama Limited, is backing into Chicago Union Station.
A string of the former C&NW bi-levels are sitting in the coach yard awaiting their next assignment. By now they've traded their C&NW green and gold for Amtrak red, blue and silver.
For anyone that knows me well knows that my all time favorite target is The Andromeda Galaxy, for the last couple of years it has elluded me as I didn't have a suitable camera/scope combination to give me the right field of view for this target. All this is about to change now I have a TMB92SS.
So my first light target was an obvious one and here are the results from last night (or I should say the early hours this morning) using a one shot color QHY9C. I used an Astro Tech 2" field flattener with no reduction for the native focal length of 506mm, M31 is a very tight fit and stars in the far corners are producing coma, perhaps the backfocus needs tweaking. As this is only a test I'm not too worried as ultimately I will be using a Field Flattener with reducer, I have an AT .8 FF/FR and an Optec .8 FF/FR which I hope to test when we next get some clear skies.
I was pretty happy with the results. Keep tuned here for much much more of M31! :)
Total Exposure Time 3.25 hours.
Clear Skies
Terry
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Image Information
Location: DownUnder Observatory, Fremont MI
Date of Shoot August 12th 2012
Exposures:
RGB 13x 15 min un binned
Camera: QHY9C one shot color CCD, cooled to -30C www.astrofactors.com
StarlightXpress Color Filter Wheel
Scope: Thomas M. Back TMB 92SS F5.5 APO Refractor www.astronomics.com
For guiding: Astronomy Technologies Astro-Tech 12" f/8 Ritchey-Chrétien astrograph
Autoguided using StarlightXpress Lodestar autoguider, StarlightXpress Ultra Slim Off Axis guider
Paramount GT-1100S German Equatorial Mount (with MKS 4000)
Image Aquisition software Nebulosity II
Stacking software Deep Sky Stacker
Post Processing Photoshop CS5
*NOTE* For aquisition I reverted to using Nebulosity II for the QHY9C one shot color camera, calibrating, stacking using Deep Sky Stacker.
The Andromeda Galaxy is a spiral galaxy approximately 2,500,000 light-years away in the constellation Andromeda. It is also known as Messier 31, or NGC 224 and is often referred to as the Great Andromeda Nebula. Andromeda is the nearest spiral galaxy to our own, the Milky Way.
From my backyard on a moonless night, the central core is visible to the naked eye as a smudge.
Picture saved with settings embedded.
Norio knows my older cameras use visible light to help with focusing, which annoys him so he turns away from the camera. Next time, I'll try to use a camera that does not use visible light...
obviously a well documented bird!
The colors on the bands denote this bird's origin, although I do not know the color codes.
I know one of my birding buddies must know ?
Anyone know who this is? His first name is Dan and is at the Rice Lake Wisconsin division for AW. This shot is from The Eden Prairie MN shop and taken some where around 1988 or so when recycle first started. They have come a long way with recycle bank and 1 sort
You know, I posted Tic Tac Toe somewhat as a joke. While I was a bit miffed about the contrails in that shot, I was also amused that it looked like a tic tac toe grid. :)
I think this is my best shot of Valley View from our recent trip. If you squint really hard at Bridal Veil Falls, you can see a touch of color right at the top of the trees. It was a late afternoon rainbow on the falls, and that's what makes this shot a little more special to me. To see the rainbow glow a little better, View Large On Black
I'll post a closer shot of the falls at a later date.
San Bernardino, California
As most of you know, with LA Franchising going on, Waste Management replaced pretty much the entire Sun Valley fleet within a few short weeks. The last remaining Diesels were sent out of service at the end of June just as the new contract started. Kevin spotting 203030 driving (not being towed) down the 210 on June 30th, and that same day, I went to the shop to check the status of all the old Sun Valley trucks. I noticed that almost every single old truck was still listed as "active" or "flagged for disposal", meaning that they were still around somewhere and not scrapped.
Yesterday, I was informed by WM's area fleet director that they were in fact sending the old Sun Valley units to UTE in San Bernardino, where they are being assessed, and the ones that can still be used will be refurbished and sent to other sites. Excited to see that, Kevin, Bryan, and I made a last minute trip out here to see what was at UTE. It was like seeing a mini Sun Valley yard!
Only trucks missing from here that haven't been scrapped are:
- 205455 (WXLL/Wittke)
- 403899 (WhiteGMC Road Commander/Spartan)
-205975 (WX42/Wittke)
-207757 (MR/Leach)
Thanks to Kevin and Bryan for tagging along for the trip!
"PERCHE' SOLO CHI SA CHI E' STATO PUO' SAPERE CHI E'"
"FOR ONLY HE WHO KNOWS WHO HE HAS BEEN CAN KNOW WHO HE IS"
di/by Raffaele La Capria, "La realtà della finzione", Elzeviro Le strategie della letteratura, Archivio del Corriere della Sera, 4 settembre 2006
Ogni istante è il prodotto di ciò che viviamo.
Siamo il prodotto di ciò che abbiamo vissuto.
Ciò che viviamo oggi acquista il valore che ha in rapporto a come siamo vissuti.
Un istante di vita emotiva profonda oggi può essere inestimabile, perché poggia su tutto il nostro passato.
Ciò che vivo oggi, nel modo in cui lo vivo oggi, posso viverlo solo oggi.
Every instant is the product of what we live.
We are the product of what we have lived.
What we live today takes on its value depending on how we have lived.
An instant of deep emotional life today may be priceless, founded as it is on the whole of our past.
What I'm living today, in the way I'm living it today, I can only live today.
Leggevo un brillante articolo di Raffaele La Capria sulla relazione tra le parole in poesia e sulla capacità del poeta di dare spessore reale ad un'immagine che nella realtà è mistero, fatto di singole parole isolate. Perché "questa relazione tra le parole il poeta la intuisce, fa parte della sua ispirazione, del suo sogno".
L'articolo termina con queste parole folgoranti sul sapere chi siamo.
Mai vero come oggi, per me: momenti di inattesa consapevolezza.
I was reading a brilliant article by Raffaele La Capria on the relation between words in poetry and the poet's ability to make an image real even though in real life it is a mistery made of single isolated words. Because "the poet grasps this relation between words; it's part of his inspiration, of his dream".
The article ends with these very words about knowing who we are.
Never as true as today, for me; moments of unexpected awareness.
Sulawesi, Indonesia, 16 agosto 2013
Perugia, Italia, 17 settembre 2014
Hopefully, I have the correct ID for this tiny Hummingbird. If someone sees that it is labelled incorrectly, please do let me know. Taken on 16 March 2017 on the island of Trinidad.
"The white-chested emerald (Amazilia brevirostris) is a hummingbird found in eastern Venezuela, the Guianas, Trinidad and far northern Brazil (Roraima).
It is a widespread and common species in Trinidad, less so in Venezuela. It appears to be a local or seasonal migrant, although its movements are not well understood. It is a bird of cultivation, woodland and forest. The female lays her eggs in a small cup nest made of plant fibre and placed on a horizontal tree branch.
The white-chested emerald is approximately 9 cm long and weighs 4.7 g. The black bill is straight and fairly long, at nearly 2 cm. It has bright golden-green upperparts, becoming bronze on the tail, white underparts, and its flanks are green, or white spotted with green. The tail is tipped with purple-black. The sexes are similar.
White-chested emeralds feed on nectar, usually taken from the flowers of large trees, but sometimes from smaller plants such as Heliconia. They also take small insects." From Wikipedia.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White-chested_emerald
This adventure was only the second holiday of any kind, anywhere, that I have had in something like 30 or 35 years! The other holiday was a wonderful, one-week trip with my dear friends from England, Linda and Tony, when we went down south to Yellowstone National Park and the Grand Tetons in September 2012. I have had maybe half a dozen weekends away, including to Waterton National Park, which have helped keep me going.
Six birding/photographer friends and I decided that we would take this exciting trip together (from 12-21 March 2017), spending the first two or three days on the island of Tobago and then the rest of the time at the Asa Wright Nature Centre on the nearby, much larger island of Trinidad. We decided to take a complete package, so everything was included - accommodation at both places, all our food, and the various walks and day trips that we could choose from. Two of my friends, Anne B. and Brenda, saw to all the planning of flights and accommodations, which was so very much appreciated by the rest of us. I could never have done all this myself! We were so lucky with our flights, as we were just in time to get Black Friday prices, which were 50% off!
What a time we had, seeing so many beautiful and interesting things - and, of course, everything was a lifer for me. Some of these friends had visited Costa Rica before, so were familiar with some of the birds. There was a lot more to see on Trinidad, so we were glad that we chose Tobago to visit first and then spend a longer time at Asa Wright. It was wonderful to be right by the sea, though, at the Blue Waters Inn on the island of Tobago. Just gorgeous.
The Asa Wright Nature Centre, on Trinidad, is such an amazing place! We stayed in cabins up or down hill from the main building. Really, one doesn't need to travel away from the Centre for birding, as so many different species visit the Hummingbird feeders that are right by the huge, open veranda, and the trees of the rain forest high up the mountainous road. The drive up and down this narrow, twisting, pot-holed road was an adventure in itself! Never would I ever do this drive myself - we had a guide who drove us everywhere in a minibus. I had read many accounts of this road, lol! There was enough room for two vehicles to pass each other, and the honking of horns was almost continuous - either to warn any vehicle that might be coming fast around the next bend or as a sign that drivers knew each other. The drive along this road, from the coast to Asa Wright, took just over an hour each way.
I still miss the great food that was provided every single day at Asa Wright and even the Rum Punch that appeared each evening. I never drink at all, so I wasn't sure if I would even try the Punch - glad I did, though, as it was delicious and refreshing. Breakfast, lunch and dinner were all served buffet-style, with a great variety of dishes from which to choose. To me, pure luxury. So very, very grateful to have been invited to be part of this amazing adventure.
This is a video that I came across on YouTube, taken by Rigdon Currie and Trish Johnson, at many of the same places we visited on Trinidad and Tobago. Not my video, but it made me feel like I was right there still. Posting the link here again, so that I won't lose it.
I also came across the following 27-minute YouTube video of the flora and fauna of Trinidad, filmed by John Patrick Smith in February 2015.
Lions know that the tarmac roads retain some heat well after the sun - and the day visitors - have gone!
"Do you know... the giants? The silver one... and the black one.
"The air itself tore open in a cataclysm over the arid lands and the giants fell through. The foreign lands phased the silver one, but they say the black one was prepared, for they took battle right away. They were not satisfied and they would fight to the end.
"They fought through the night. They were large and powerful, destroying the grounds in the wake of their battle. Their might echoed across Maanos.
"...But every battle comes to an end. The black one won at sunrise, but in an act of mercy forgave his opponent. The titans reconciled... and vanished.
"Their fate unknown, they marked the rise of the ones in the shadows. Unheard of, forgotten, solitary. Entities rose far and wide, each seeking their own ends.
"The mad scavenger of the keep: The Leech.
"Cultists dedicated to the realms of the mind: The Dreamers.
"...And the reclusive warriors of the Sanctum: The Divided.
"But... life was in peril. The dead were restless, the living refused to die, the inanimate wouldn't remain unmoving... And when natural order is not contained, wardens will rise..."
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So, Monarth is turning 7 years old today. He's been my selfmoc that long and honestly it feels special to upgrade him to new heights for the occasion.
He's gone through so many changes over the years. This marks as his V12, disregarding the spin-offs I've made. It is also his third version of his warden form.
I almost completely overhauled him for this version. Some minor elements have stayed, but his aesthetic is brand new. I'm very satisfied with the inventions I made for the build: 5-digit hands, posable mouth with teeth, etc. I'm happy that I managed to give him sturdy joints, which are very often a point where I fail.
Overall, I'm very happy with his build and look, and I truly wish you enjoy him =]
I have not taken or posted any photos for a while. The reason for this hiatus is my wife died suddenly and unexpectedly. We had been together for 45 years. I now know what grief feels like. She was my constant companion under the stars as I captured images of the night sky. After one month I have decided that my wife would have wanted me to carry on with my passion. So my first image in my altered state is me and my wife who is still with me in spirit from the starry heavens above.
I know you’ve suffered
But I don’t want you to hide
It’s cold and loveless
I won’t let you be denied
Soothing
I’ll make you feel pure
Trust me
You can be sure
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognise your beauty’s not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart
You trick your lovers
That you’re wicked and divine
You may be a sinner
But your innocence is mine
Please me
Show me how it’s done
Tease me
You are the one
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognise your beauty’s not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart
Please me
Show me how it’s done
Trust me
You are the one
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognise your beauty’s not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart
Did you know that puffins spend the entire winter out at sea? They don't return to land until spring, when it is time to raise their young. That seems an amazing feat for any bird. Little is known about their migratory patterns though studies are now ongoing. They only lay one egg per year, and so that means only one puffling per pair. Both parents contribute to rearing the young. Their nests are made in burrows carved out between rocks, frequently on rocky cliff faces. Though they are agile and swift flyers, their landings are not always that graceful.
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Abandoned Abused Street Dogs.
And Ya Know What ?
I'm gonna lick your face ...;-)~~~
And he did, Mama help out too.
They pinned me down, licked
my ears and licked my toes,
then ran off laughing at me.
I tell ya, I get No Respect,
No Respect at All, None !
Well maybe a little bit ;-)
Mr Boney Baloney is doing fine
with stitches removed, new gauze
and bandages.Cone is still in place
until Saturday when bandages and
cone will be removed by me .....;-)
Today will be spent gathering
dog supplies for Fridays run
back to The Monkey Temple.
Did I forget Thursday ? No,
that day Mr SideCar Man
and I will be repairing the
computer cuz it's dying !
Baby Mickey is also doing good
and he never even flinched when
he was given is last rabies injection.
Pumpkin The Bumpkin watches my
every move around our place. There
was another cobra behind the house
yesterday that she and Boney chased.
Can't believe Mr Boney did that while
still wearing a cone, but he did.
Like I've said many times. -------
"Good Snake Dogs are worth their
weight in Gold, and then some".
Thank You.
Jon&Crew ;)
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i know its another shot from the golden gate bridge.... again! but what can i say.... i love this city and i love this bridge!!!! i think it is just fantastic how it always looks so different there because of the fog!
i hope you enjoy my first black & white shot of the golden gate!
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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Ok we all know I am one.
The other day I was talking to someone about trans folk and the person i spoke to just didn't understand what drives a man to do as we do.
I must at this point say he has no idea ok he might have an idea but he doesn't know about Helen.
the discussion came about because he was talking about a wedding he attended. his cousin had married a lad who's brother was trans and had attended the wedding as his fem persona.
My friends comments were along the lines of "yeah he was wearing a dress and everything I just cant make it out" so I as did she look good but never got an answer. the conversation carried on with the norm trans comments like they we are all sea monsters and you read us a mile, so I said that I know a few and some or stunning! he laughed and said yeah I don't think so.
Well I had to do It showed him a few photos of one or two girls I know starting with the above photo.
His comment was " that's a man? yeah pull the other one" I had to laugh and confessed the photo was a red herring ( I had to lie to throw him of the scent ) just to see if he could tell the difference. Obviously he can't lol!
Funny thing was the one real woman amongst the few I showed him he said was defiantly a tranny.
Goes to show we can fool some of the people some of the time :-)
I know this has been done over and over (and a lot better than my lousy attempt) but I had to do it as it's quite symbolic of my day today. Georgia has been seeing a pead since she was 3 months old due to her failure to thrive (put on weight). She had an appointment today and when the pead saw her, she said, 'oh gosh, I think she needs a little hospital stay'. It's been 1 month since her last appointment and she actually lost 68 grams, this now takes her back to 4.3 kg or 9lb8oz and she is now 5 months ....oh gosh alright! Have no idea what lies ahead but I'm glad she & I will be getting the help she needs to thrive!
So, I won't be around for at least a week so stay tuned for the photos of my chubby bubby when I return.
A Blessed Sunday my friend... “I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me— just as the Father knows me and I know the Father—and I lay down my life for the sheep.” -John 10:14-15
My 5 year old niece singing Blessed Be THe Name
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.....now I know what you're thinking! .....NO, I'm not going to post a video clip of me skate boarding, although i'm sure it would generate a good few laughs and many page views! Besides, I'm a lady i'll have you know, and I do ladies things!!.....
I know few more depressing places than the ground floor in the main building of Berlin's Technical University on a weekend.
Nikon F3HP + Nikkor 35mm f/2.8 Ai, Agfa APX400 in Adox XT-3
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eurasia (I'd like to thank sevgili Sheila in Millstone for the link
she found for me ..Yet another dear friend:)
And here is another link that Sheila has just sent me ...Thank you so very much Sheila !!!
books.google.com/books?id=MoYDAAAAYAAJ&pg=PT203&l...
www.trainsofturkey.com/w/pmwiki.php/RailwayMuseums/Camlik...
My dear Steve,
I've been keeping these for you for quite a while ..I wish I'd known earlier that it was your birthday yesterday..When,after midnight & a terribly tiring day at last,I finally found it out , I did not feel myself ready to organize it all .Sorry for being late my friend !
Now as a teacher,I'm giving you some homework...I know how busy you are at this time of the year , but I'm sure you'll do it in no time :))
OK...here is your homework : FIGURE OUT WHAT THESE THİNGS ARE USED FOR ,will you ,the most inquisitive ..sweetest child on flickr :-))
Here is Steve's link : Don't miss the fantastic orange he posted today :)
Most people don't know this, but I wrote a novel about 15 years ago. The reason no one knows about it is because it was so awful that no one would publish it. I printed out the first few chapters of the book, sent them to countless publishers, and then received countless rejections. I should have saved of them. It was quite depressing at the time, and it only took me 14 years to get over it.
Anyway, I bring this up because part of the story was based in Kyoto, Japan, where this temple is located. I had never been there before, but this is exactly how I always pictured it: peaceful, still, natural, ancient, with the soft sounds of the woods echoing around the old wood. It's a wonderful place. I've done my best to capture the feeling of the place. I only hope I've come close to succeeding.
from the blog www.stuckincustoms.com