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✞ sᴘᴏɴsᴏʀ: FaeTal | NOR | CULT
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✞☽ FaeTal - River - Ebody, LaraX, Legacy, Kupra & Unrigged
↣Includes unrigged and rigged versions for Ebody, LaraX, Legacy F & Kupra
↣HUD includes 8 metal colors for each part + hide/show options
↣Available @ Androgyny Event 7.5.25
✞☽ NOR - Roten Set. Fatpack
↣Includes top & shorts rigged for Reborn/Waifu and Legacy F
↣HUD includes 6 colors for top, 6 colors for shorts, 4 colors/patterns for panties, & 5 colors for dice accessory.
↣Available @ Kawaii Secrets Event 7.4.25
✞☽ : CULT : Dagny Fatpack
↣Rigged for Reborn, MaitreyaOG, MaitreyaX, Legacy F, Legacy Athletic Male & Kupra. Optional ankle lock also included.
↣HUD includes 21 colors for shoe + 2 special colors, 3 colors for soles, 3 colors for metals, and a shine on/off option.
↣Available @ Androgyny Event 7.5.25
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↣ NOR - maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/She/129/10/3302
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↣ Dead Love Makeup - [VARC]
↣ Remorse Ear Tattoos - Swallow Ears - [VARC]
↣ Furor Tattoos - Tintable - Lilithe
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✞☽ Mekaci // Almost Saint Gacha
↣Rigged for Reborn and Reborn Squish Size
↣Top/bra/panties/garters come in white, blue, pink, red & RARE gacha versions in black, glasses also available.
↣Available @ The Arcade Event
✞☽ : CULT : Shante Fatpack
↣Flat & high versions rigged for Reborn, MaitreyaX, MaitreyaOG, Legacy, Kupra
↣HUD includes 23 base colors + 2 specials, 21 strap colors + 2 specials, 3 colors for soles, 3 colors for metals & on/off option for shine
↣Available @ ACCESS Event 7.12.25 to 8.8.25
✞☽ ᴍᴀɪɴsᴛᴏʀᴇ ʟᴍs
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↣: CULT : - maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Cult%20Coven/155/67/33
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↣Lithe Brows - [VARC]
↣Dead Love Makeup - [VARC]
↣Furor Tattoos - Tintable - Lilithe
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Scanned IR lith print.
Rolleiflex T w/ Tessar 75 mm/f3.5 + Rollei IR filter.
July 1, 2023.
Rollei IR 400 in Rodinal 1+100, semistand 1 h.
Lith printed on Rollei Vintage 332 RC and developed in Moersch SE5 (20A+20B+100OB+H2Oqs700) + Moersch Lith Omega 1+100, 90 sec.
Untoned.
PS borders.
Now when the last in present day produced lithable paper (Fomatone) is gone (forever?), I'm glad I bought some Rollei Vintage 16x20" a couple of years ago when macodirect.de had a sale. That lithable paper is of course also gone now. Spent the early morning hours cutting down the sheets to 8x10" (80 pcs per 20-pack :-)).
BTW, this is a Rollei hattrick, in case you didn't notice ;-D
Credits
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-CLOTHES-
!gO! cocoon shirt
::GB::Off Shoulder Cardigan
-ACCESSORIES-
Kunglers - Milena earrings
Kunglers - Thereza necklace
-HAIR-
Doe: Pippy
-SKIN & MAKE UP-
CATWA HEAD Catya
Insol: 'Mia' skin
[okkbye] Nefarious Freckles
[okkbye] Lithe Eyelashes
{S0NG} :: Alice eyes
Veechi - Furor Shadow
-PROPS-
DRD - Vagabond - Trailer - RARE
!APHORISM! Ragdoll Monkey
Volcanic gases rise from the active lava lake in "Overlook Crater " that lies within the Halema‘uma‘u Crater on Kīlauea's summit on the Island of Hawai'i. This is a case of a crater inside a crater with "Overlook Crater" inside Halema‘uma‘u Crater wich is in turn inside Kilauea's Summit Crater. This eruptive stage of Halema‘uma‘u Crater started with earthquake and fumerolic activitiy in late 2007. Increasing gas emission rates in early 2008 produced high concentrations of sulfur dioxide around the Halema‘uma‘u parking lot. For this reason, the National Park closed the western portion of Crater Rim Drive to the public on February 20, 2008. The first signs of change on the surface occurred on March 12, 2008, when a fumarolic area abruptly appeared on the south wall of Halema‘uma‘u, directly below the Halema‘uma‘u Overlook. This fumarolic area, emitting a thick gas plume, enlarged over subsequent days and was incandescent (glowing) at night.
At 2:58 am on the morning of March 19, 2008 an earthquake was measured, The quake was coincident with collapse of the fumarolic area near the overlook. A new, small crater formed from this collapse, which was also associated with an explosive eruption of lithic blocks. The new crater was informally called the "Overlook crater". Over the next few years the eruption continued with a lava lake forming in the crater. The level of the lava lake flucuated with time. It wasn't until 2017, however, that lava spilled from the crater on to the floor of its host, the the Halema‘uma‘u Crater. So far there has been continous eruptive activity from 2008 until this photo was taken in Dec 2017.
Halema‘uma‘u Crater is clearly seen in the photo. The "Overlook Crater" is inside the older crater and is not visible in this view. In Hawaiian History, Halema‘uma‘u was considered to be the home of Madame Pele, the Fire Goddess, who is the goddess of fire, lightning, wind and volcanoes and the creator of the Hawaiian Islands. The photo was taken from The Volcano House, a hotel, in Hawai'i Volcanoes National Park.
Backlighting from a rising sun and a dark rock background made for an interesting photo of a fairly common shorebird. At times Egrets are fast and graceful, elegant and lithe, and at other times they can seem downright clumsy. In this case this egret was picture of elegance. The water trailing after takeoff reminds me of a signature on a page. It was a beautiful morning at Barnegat Light State Park yesterday. #iLoveNature #iLoveWildlife #Wildlifephotography in #NewJersey #Nature in #NorthAmerica #USA #WhiteEgret #DrDADBooks #Canon #Wildlifeconservation
my old lith print on non-lithable paper with"snowflakes".
paper Slavich Unibrom,
LD20 (1:20) developer.
contact print from digital negative. I made 1 print and for years cosidered as a failure, but now,all of sudden, I like it and decided to show this print as it is.
image from series "Old Russia"
The star of the show at this Tiwanaku museum is the massive 8m Monolito Bennett Pachamama, rescued in 2002 from its former smoggy home at the outdoor Templete Semisubterráneo in La Paz. You’ll also find a basic collection of other monoliths and artifacts dug up on-site here. Labeling is in Spanish.
Much of the collection is currently mothballed, as the roof of the relatively new museum is already collapsing.
You cannot take picture of this stone and more stones:
Someone did:
The "Monolito Bennett", also known as "Estela or Monolito Pachamama" or "Estela 10", is the largest monument that has been found inside the Monumental Archaeological Complex of Tiahuanaco, (site cataloged as a World Heritage Site by UNESCO from the year 2000), built by members of the Tiahuanaco Culture, pre-Columbian civilization that during its period of greatest expansion was distributed in part of what are now Bolivia, Chile and Peru. It comprised almost all the altiplano and valley of the south denominated plateau of the Collao until the coast of the Pacific Ocean by the west and the chapare by the east. Its capital and main religious center was the city of Tiahuanaco, located on the banks of the Tiahuanaco River in the department of La Paz in Bolivia.
Height: 7.20 meters
Width: 1.20 meters
Weight: 20 tons
Material: andesite stone in one piece.
Shape: vertical anthropomorphic monolith resting on a pedestal
Decoration: diverse engravings, carries two objects in the hands, and has a crown and a ventral belt.
Another picture of Little Tree.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bUhJRQSs6UQ
Little Tree is a persona of Ilirra, the guise she wears on the daily. I currently play Little Tree at Convergence: The Lost City, an urban roleplay sim with post-apoc, futuristic themes. It's really a great sim, rich in lore, and filled with good people. You should check it out!
This particular image was a quick snap I grabbed of my avatar and I turned it into a high exposure/contrast sort of practice. The idea was to take it as bright as I could without it getting washed out. Hopefully, I succeeded. :) I just felt like I'd been doing a lot of darker pictures lately and wanted to shake things up.
[visible items worn]:
Hair: .Olive. the Trish Hair
Ears: ^^Swallow^^'s new Pixie Ears - Protruding [if you haven't checked out Swallow, you're really missing out!]
Lashes: [okkbye] Lithe Eyelashes [again, you really need to check this maker out!]
Headpiece: [Keystone] Bru'ella - Bronze x Gold / Common /
Necklace: BP_Chelsea Choker - (Tourmaline)
Earring: Zaara : Sarika feather earrings *earth*
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LOCATION: Wynn's Winter Wonderland, Beauty Forest:
I would never have promised cake for breakfast. I only eat healthy....are you laughing?
Kitten: Half-Deer - Kitty Galore
Head: Genesis Lab - Sofie Bento (The Epiphany April 2017)
Skin: Soul - Fala Albino (H2)
Cosmetics: Lithe Silhouette - Fantasy Warm; Genesis Lab - HD Lipstick Retro Vintage
Hair: Magika - Hunter
Ears: Logo Expressive Ears
Hair Accessory: Lode - Morning Glory
Nails: Hello Dave - Nonconformist
Clothing: Seul - Flame Decal Hoodie; Dead Dollz - Smash Tennis Dress
Food: BunBun - Sweet Cafe (The Epiphany April 2017)
wohoo, i'm on facebook! fuck, i feel famous.
[leben 1.0]
lith on agfa mcp 310 + 5 min in selen 1:15 (at 14°C).
i definetely prefer the ilfospeed... i won't use the mcp for lithing anymore.
Clothes -
Pink Cream Pie-Vivi Bra & Shorts [Kawaii Face]
Accessories-
.TeaBunny. - Special Drink Carton - Unicorn fluids
CURELESS [+] - Sterile Face Bandages
Bento Head: Catwa Catya Mesh Head
Mesh Body: Belleza - Freya
Hair: Sintiklia - Usagi
Eyes: Gloom. Ahegao Collection (Blue)
Eyelashes: - [okkbye] Lithe Eyelashes
Freckles: UniCult - UniCult V.1
Lipstick: Sintiklia - Fairy lipgloss
Teeth: CX - Strigoi's Fangs - Type.1
Collar: RealEvil Industries - Inked Collar
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Foxwood - Ghost fish - Big (decor) @ COLLABOR88
Other pretties -
+Half-Deer+ - Dream Lantern - Moon (Silver)
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♥CryBunBun♥ -Sparkly Unicorn
It was a Sunday morning on the first day of December. More than 21,000 souls had converged at the iconic Arts and Sciences park in the heart of Valencia to take part in what is generally regarded as the greatest marathon race in Spain, and one of the best in Europe too. While most of the continent shivered under its winter cloak, the mild Mediterranean air greeted the morning here with the promise of a warm day ahead. There was a sense of anticipation all around as the competitors arrived at the marathon village. Among them was runner number 24478, aged 53 from Cornwall, UK. Written beneath his number, clear for all to see was his name. Like almost everyone else, he'd arrived early on the free bus service in order to go through the usual routine of queuing for the bank of portable toilets, finding the bag depository, queuing for the portable toilets again, and then finding his starting pen - one near the back of the field.
I've never been good at doing my homework. Every exam I ever did in my life succeeded or failed based on last minute cramming, and my brief history of marathon running tells a similar tale. My preparation had been especially unimpressive this time. Instead of retiring for an early night with a glass of water I'd jumped aboard a bus to the Mestalla to watch Valencia beat Villareal 2-1 in a local derby the previous evening - I got back to our apartment just before midnight. The truth is I'm not really that keen on running, but having been dragged into a weekly social trot, I soon found myself being coaxed into entering races. Before I knew what had happened, I had done several half marathons - I even got quite good at those, and managed to run the last Plymouth half in one hour and forty-five minutes. So despite knowing there was nothing left after every thirteen mile race I'd ever taken part in, it was inevitable that I'd eventually register for the big one at some point. The trouble was that while I could get through a half fairly comfortably without doing extra training, a full marathon was a different proposition entirely. Without sticking to a plan it was always going to be a case of finishing rather than flourishing, and as I stood on the starting line I knew I was going to be among the last runners to cross the line twenty-six miles later. This was my third (and to date last) marathon and the two previous performances had been unremarkable at best. What made things worse was that this was an "elite" marathon, whose entrance form almost served to discourage anyone who might take longer than five hours. Not long after this time they would start to rip up the beautiful blue carpet that marked the final hundred metres to the finishing line outside the Science Museum and the remaining stragglers would be forced into the ignominy of a diversion in those last moments of glory. I wanted to reach that blue carpet before they rolled it away for another year. My previous times had been five hours and sixteen minutes at Brighton and a slightly better four hours forty-two in Edinburgh. That five hour target seemed important if I wanted to finish the race properly.
I like to break marathons down into segments. When I've done five miles I'll say to myself - "you've only got to do that four more times." This mental arithmetic starts very early and helps me get through the early miles. At some point I'll reach the halfway mark and remind myself that everything is fine. That much distance again and I'll have finished. I like those early miles when nothing hurts and you can enjoy the atmosphere around you. Later on parts of your body are screaming at you and you find yourself saying "never again" over and over, under your breath and then out loud. Why does anyone do this? I wasn't even running for charity this time - I was doing it for fun. Fun? Really?
At first things were fine as I kept to my planned pace. The lovely thing about a big city race is how much encouragement you receive from the thousands of total strangers who line the streets. I don't know whether they realise quite how much they contribute, but when people you'll never see again yell "animo Dom!" as you stagger past in exhaustion it can be one of the most powerful emotions you'll ever know. At one point where the route doubled back on itself I'd seen a cluster of young men, mostly Kenyans and Ethiopians, lithe, strong and agile, racing along towards me on the opposite side of the long and ruler-straight Avinguda dels Tarongers, close to where we were staying. Later the winner would cross the finishing line in a quicker time than it took me to get to the halfway point.
It was at the 26km marker that my right hip began to complain. I'd been running comfortably if slowly up until that moment, but very quickly I was in pain with ten miles to go. From here I had no choice but to alternate walking with running, greeting every kilometre marker with a flush of joy as the remaining distance very gradually dwindled, much of it through the loneliest and emptiest parts of the course on the western outskirts of the city. Through narrow streets flanked by tall buildings on either side I pressed on through the city centre - the left hip now joining its opposite side in protest. At least I was heading back towards the end of the course, and the shadows of the buildings provided shelter from the sunny afternoon that was warmer than most summer days are at home. Further along I noticed two young girls, waiting their moment to find a gap between the runners to cross the marathon course. Each was clothed in old fashioned traditional outfits, and carrying a sort of stick with a wheel at the base and a toy bull's head at the top. To my horror I realised where they were going - the bullring was just across the road. There are many reasons to love Spain, but I just can't get my head around the notion that bullfighting is still considered acceptable by so many people here. I tried to put them out of my mind and pushed on.
From time to time the cheers and support from the crowds spurred me on and I would run a little bit harder through the pain before slowing to a walk again. And then after an age the 40km marker appeared, bringing a huge boost with it. There was only a mile and a quarter to go and an enormous wave of joy swept along behind me, helping me to complete the race without walking again. Finally I was among the stunning buildings of the Arts and Sciences once more, and then at last I could feel that magical beautiful blue carpet beneath my feet and I knew that finisher's medal was mine - along with an ice cold beer. At last I could enjoy that warm sunshine. I'd completed the race in four hours and fifty-six minutes, and I wasn't last to cross the line either. It doesn't matter how long it takes - the sense of elation on the finishing line of a marathon course is like nothing else I've ever felt. Even the memory of it feels quite overwhelming. The pain soon goes, but the medal and that moment on the finishing line are mine forever.
I was hoping to enter another continental marathon in 2020, but of course events in the wider world put paid to that. I took part in a virtual half marathon in March last year, but since then I haven't run much at all. I'd like to think I might do another one yet, but who knows for sure. One thing I do know is that Brighton, Edinburgh and Valencia are three cities that will always hold particularly special memories for me.
I took a few photos during our time in Valencia, but wasn't especially happy with any of them. Then for some reason today I remembered the morning light that day, and the fact that I'd taken a snap of the Hemisferic beneath it on my phone. I decided to see whether I could do anything with it at all, and was surprised to get a result. It's not an image that could be printed on an enormous scale, but for me it calls to mind a very special memory and all of those thoughts that were going through my head as my insides churned on that beautiful Sunday morning. After all, for me at least, collecting memories is what photographs are for.
Have a good weekend everyone.
•Head: Catwa - Catya
•Body: Maitreya Lara Mesh Body
•Hair: Stealthic - Lithe
•Dress: =Zenith=lolita Spring Picnic Dress
•Shoes: =Zenith=Lace Socks Bow Heels
•Bag: =Zenith=Rattan Spring Picnic Bag
•Hat: =Zenith=Rattan Spring Picnic Hat
Poses: Find Joy in the Ordinary - Where is the flower? Pose
I am home near Edinburgh having been on a tour of Aberdeenshire taking in Stone Circles and Pictish Symbol Stones along with other lithic monuments and also enjoying the locality in finding whatever happenstance could bring. My memories are criss crossed in heavenly glimmering and my visions are still stellar shimmering. On one memory card there are just five images, from them here are three pictures and each photograph here has been edited to have a second version with the look of a painting. I have been editing these images in an ever darkening and darkened room and I may not like these results tomorrow in daylight. This day has ended and also tomorrow and tomorrow will end too. Some of these day to come might involve finding out where our ancestors chose to make their wondrous places and enduring spaces. Some of the days to come could be recovery and edit days like today where I could have done with more natural illumination, but the Sun waits not and it goes making monumental displays for those fortunate to be enjoying the sun setting rays.
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Otters are one of our top predators, feeding mainly on fish, waterbirds, amphibians and crustaceans. Otters have their cubs in underground burrows, known as a 'holt'. Excellent and lithe swimmers, the young are in the water by 10 weeks of age. Otters are well suited to a life on the water as they have webbed feet, dense fur to keep them warm and can close their ears and nose when underwater.
The Baker Chickadee began life as a Motorama show car designed to showcase Baker's innovative glass canopy design. Featuring whitewall tires, lithe styling, and bright colors, the Chickadee went on to become a popular production sports coupé with strong collector value.
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Florence Emery (or Embry) Jones
singer
b 1892 Bridgeport CT
Married to jazz pianist, Palmer Jones
died in New York in January 1932
Florence Jones was the first African-American woman to rule the Paris jazz world in the 1920s. She preceded both Ada "Bricktop" Smith and Josephine Baker in that regard. Her fame was built less on her singing and dancing than on her ability to amuse and captivate the crowds at the clubs where she held sway. First at Eugene Bullard's, Le Grand Duc, and later at Louis Mitchells cub across the Rue Pigale, Florence kept the late crowd dancing throughout the night. Mitchell soon renamed his club, Chez Florence, in her honor. She was known for snubbing all but the most illustrious of guests, and making her victims love her all the more for it.
Time Magazine
Monday, Jun. 20, 1927
"Chez Florence"
"Ivory-white, lipstick-red, and a suave, tawny brown are the colors of Florence Jones. These were colors good enough for smart, expatriate Americans of both hemispheres who discovered "Florence" making excellent waffles in the Rue Pigale some four years ago. Her waffles became a fad, and so many rich waffle eaters washed the golden morsels down with amber champagne that, today, Florence Jones te more purseful than many of her clients. The fact that this handsome Negress, genuinely from Harlem, keeps the smartest boite de nuit* in Paris, was evident again last week, when His Royal Highness, 27-year-old Prince Henry of Britain, strolled into Chez Florence, atop Montmartre, at 3 a. m., with a highly unofficial entourage.
Habituéés, such as the Princess Murat, and Sem, famed cartoonist, were unsurprised. What if the third son of George V had come in? They recalled how once the King-Emperor's eldest son, on a memorable visit to Chez Florence, called across to her:
"Hey, Florence! How many poules do you know in Montmartre?"
Replied Florence: "Poules ? 'chickens,' your Royal Highness?" Then, dropping into Harlemese, as she seldom does, Miss Jones addressed the crowd, pointing at Edward of Wales: "Poules! He as' me 'bout poules! Hey-ho! Haah! Jus' look who's askin'!"
Edward, fairly caught, laughed among the first; and since then Miss Jones has been an all-licensed Negress. Nightly she coaxes or drags celebrities out on her jazz floor, makes them perform, makes them ridiculous to their own intense delight—for the crowd are all clannishly impersonal and good-humored. Therefore, last week Prince Henry was not irked when Miss Jones sought to draft him as a contestant in an impromptu black bottom contest.
Florence's chic ankles twinkled toward him. Her figure is svelte, lithe—though she does not dance—her voice sultry, a blues voice. At a curt nod from her the huge, perspiring black who is Miss Jones' husband snapped his hot-time jazz baton. Prince Henry hesitated, then rose, followed Florence out on the floor and black-bottomed.
"Hey! Hey!" she cried. "Give the little boy a hand! Hey! Hey!"
Then to pace His Royal Highness at black bottoming, she called up from the crowd Nora Bayes, Georges Carpentier and Florence Walton.*
"Hey! Hey! Shake that thing!"
To some present it seemed that Nora Bayes black bottomed better than Prince Henry; but when the moment of judging came they "gave the little boy a hand." Florence, stamping her small right foot for quiet, awarded to His Royal Highness the first prize, held it aloft before the crowd, explained in mock Negro dialect: "Dis y'ere fust prize am an ostrich feddah suit o' cat's pajamas!""
Scanned lith print.
Mamiya 645 ProTL w/ M-S 300 mm/f5.6.
Fomapan 100 in Rodinal 1+100, semistand 1 h.
Lith printed on PAL Brom K 10-4 18x24 cm (FB, double weight, glossy) and developed in Moersch Easy Lith (25A+25B+H2Oqs700 ml) @ 30°C.
Untoned.
PS borders.
Well, this was a very nice bromide gritty ("peppery") lithable paper I have never heard of before. Together with Orwo the most positive surprise in the newly acquired old paper lot.
Notwithstanding what her work might suggest, Georgia O'Keefe hated flowers. "I only paint them," she said, "because they're cheaper than models and they don't move."
I guess we all choose our subjects in our own way. I'm into trees. But I'm working hard at seeking out other things to shoot. I did spend a good deal of time last night driving here and there... under the giant moon... scouting different (even urban!) locations... but I'm always drawn back to the dark, spooky places where my silent friends, the trees, twist and reach and pose and dance their stationary dances. There's just so much grace here. So much lithe and (you would think) intricately choreographed interplay of light and shadow, cool and dark, wild and fake, real and imaginary, natural and fairytale-ish. I just can't resist.
The Flat
A Distracting Gem.
She crouched like a cat in the shadows… Dressed in a tight black spandex jogging suit, she was almost invisible, except for her long ginger hair that fell past her shoulder in curling silken waves. She didn’t care if her hair was seen, after all, what was life without a bit of challenge?
As one of her mom’s countrymen would say:
We learn from failure, not from success! Abraham (Bram) Stoker,
She was looking through a tall hedge, past a row of neatly trimmed roses, to a large dark stone manor house that had been repurposed into four flats.
The house lay on the opposite side of a well-manicured green lawn.
It looked like a golfing green she thought, Licking her red lips, as she pulled something black out of the brown leather satchel that was held by a strap to her shoulder.
She looked down at the fuzzy black material in her left hand, a black ski mask, well worn. She smiled as she opened the mask and slipped it over her head, adjusting it so her sharp grey eyes could see out the eye holes. She pulled out the thin black silk gloves, and with a business-like manner, slipped them on.
She was ready, the time was ripe.
Stretching up like a cat does from being stationary for far too long, she felt her muscles deliciously relax, ready to pounce.
She turned her attention back to four flats … it was the top flat that was her objective,
No lights had been turned on, no one had come back home…
Her thoughts went back to earlier that evening when she and her fellow thief Emy, had cased a party together:
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Emily had worn a salmon color satin blouse, a black tube skirt in combination with opaque black stockings, and also black high heels. A wide necklace of glimmering gemstones hung with a mesmerizing sway from her throat. Looking sharp as a tack, she was the lure, the distraction maker, bait for the rich quarry.
Cassie, Emy’s ginger-haired partner, was the lift, the inside thief. It was her job to gather the information once they had selected a likely victim. She was dressed in a sensible black velvet dress with pearls.
Tonight it had been instantaneous and collectively deciding between the pair of female thieves as to who that victim would be.
An elegant lady wearing a long black gown of expensive satiny material was stunningly sporting a collection of diamond jewelry that made one wish they had on sunglasses. Her wealthy husband was handsomely attired in fitted tux and tails.
The pair of thieves quickly made the couple their focus.
On one of his numerous forays away from his wife, the thieves moved in.
As Emy distracted the wealthy lady, Cassie snuck in from behind and lifted the expensive purse of gold chain that she had been carrying, from the table behind her.
Cassie had left the party, and using the information she found amongst the expensive items inside the(£580 costing ) purse, had gone to stake out the couple's flat.
Finding the layout to be quite to her liking, Cassie changed into her burglar’s outfit and entered the grounds.
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An owl hooting broke into her thoughts.
She shook her head clear of those delightful thoughts.
Silently she moved off along the hedgerow, sneaking up to a small wrought iron garden gate a good 200 yards off.
Nimbly she grasped its ornate top, and jumped over it, landing in a crouch, looking all about.
She was in, no turning back now, not that she would have ever dreamed of doing so. The riches she imagined inside the flat , like catnip to a cat, were a far too tempting a lure to resist….
She moved off, soon lost in the swirling mists coming in on cats' pads from a nearby bog.
Reaching the outside of the house, she saw a long iron trellis had been bolted to the side of the wall running up next to each of the balconies of the flats. Four in total. One at each level. The trellis was covered in ivy up to the roof
This was how Cassie intended to enter.
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Cassie swiftly climbed up the metal trellis, her lithe figure easily maneuvering up to the top floor.
A stone gargoyle, a relic from when the manor housed a single family, glared down at her. Cassie blew it a kiss as she climbed over a thin wall into the stone balcony of the empty 4th flat.
Staying in the shadows, reaching a glass door, she easily picked open the lock and slipped inside.
As the burglar went in on her hunt, Her mind drifted to her old schools male induced Latin motto, the femininized version She had herself changed and had used in a school essay( and had received a stern lecture from the headmaster for doing so!)
“Et qui vincit, ipsa vincit”
She who conquers, conquers herself
Once inside Cassie allowed her eyes to adjust. Then reached inside her pouch and pulled out a small torch, using its thin beam of light to sweep the room, watching for anything shiny or glittery that may indicate an object(s) of value.
She was in the master bedroom. Savoring the elegantly beautiful items that were caught in her torch’s beam, Cassie decided to do the bedroom last, knowing most of the good stuff was here, in favor of checking out the rest of the flat.
Cassie crossed over to the fat door and opening it, entered into a large living room
Then she again casts her beam of light, quickly seeing a small elephant of green jade. She went over and snatched it up, placing it inside her leather satchel. Her light caught up several more small statues of silver, ebony, and more jade, and they all quickly were collected and placed in with the elephant.
On the far side was a pair of closed doors, on either side of the double main entrance doors.
Cassie went to the one on the right and discovered an obviously empty second bedroom. Pity no female guest was visiting. She didn’t bother checking the dressers. Took a quick look inside the closet. Here gowns were hanging. She ran her hand sling each one checking for brooches or pins that may have been left on the sleek scintillating material. Nothing other than some rhinestone decorations.
Cassie quickly vacated the room and tried the door on the left. It was locked.
As curious as any cat would be when finding a door locked, Cassie pulled out her thin pick and had the lock opened in record time. She opened the door, licking her lips as she slipped inside.
It was the husband’s study. The smoke of old cigars hung heavy in the atmosphere of the leather-accentuated room.
Her torch beam caught a solid silver frame on a fireplace. She went over. It was a wedding picture of the couple. The bride was wearing an eye-catching scooped necked cream satin gown, with mouth-watering diamonds dripping down along her model-like figure. Cassie liked the picture so much that she kept it in the silver frame as she stuffed it inside her satchel. None of the other pictures had expensive frames.
Cassie then went over to the desk.
Snatching up a solid gold table lighter, and silver cigar cutter, and a matching silver cigar case, filled. The husband must have another with him, probably gold. The cigars would be a victory smoke later if this heist was pulled off.
There was a decanter with matching glasses on the desk. An amber liquid inside the decanter looked appealing and Cassie took a small swig. Expensive brandy burning sweetly down her throat.
She looked around the room, it looked, felt, and smelled of wealth, and power.
She swept her beam on the rug, noticing a slightly worn path that led to the wall behind the desk chair. There was a picture, of no value, hanging there.
Correctly reading the signs, Cassie walked to the picture and placed her hand on one side feeling a hinge. Going to the other side she swung the picture out, revealing a wall safe.
Almost purring, Cassie began working the tumblers, easily hearing them in the dead silence of the flat. Then the sweet sound of a click, and the door was opened.
She put the torch in her mouth to free her hands.
Her light caught a few piles of cash, fat envelopes, velvet-covered cases, and small boxes of various colors and sizes.
Quickly the notes and envelopes were lifted out and placed in the satchel.
She reached in and lifted out a velvet case. Opening it her eyes were met by the sparkling that only the most expensive jewelry can give off. She closed it and slipped it inside the leather satchel at her side. Then quickly scooped up the remaining cases and boxes. All felt heavy, filled with more jewelry she didn’t bother to inspect.
Something odd caught her eye in the back of the safe. Reaching in she pushed a button set in the back, that had been exposed by the removal of the jewel cases. The back slid open, exposing a small niche in the wall… Cassie gasped.
For there, in all, it’s glory, was a diamond tiara, worth a king's ransom!
She reached in and plucked it out, mesmerized by its beautiful shimmer. She placed it greedily inside the satchel.
Finished she closed the safe, turned the tumblers, and swung closed the picture
Not bothering to check the desk drawers, Cassie quickly exited the room, closing and locking the door.
Then she made a beeline back to the master bedroom. To be quickly(she was sure all the ‘good stuff in the flat had been found) and expertly looted before making her escape on the bedroom’s stone balcony.
Entering the room she followed her beam to the bed, where she had spotted a jewellery case on a small table.
The car burglar quickly began scooping out the compartments of the jewelry case. Day jewels of Gold, silver, pearls, and several pieces of gemstone encrusted lovelies. Earrings, necklaces, bracelets, and rings. All deliciously expensive in their own right.
She went to the other side of the bed where the oak doors of the closet sat shut.
Opening them she found more expensive clothes.
Satins, velvets, silks, and more. She again ran her fingers along the sleek materials. This time being rewarded with a diamond clip on a Raylon dress, and a sapphire broach from the high ruffled neckline of a satin blouse, along with a thick gold pin from a velvet jacket. All of which were plucked off and added to the valuable collection inside her now heavy satchel.
Suddenly She hears the outside door of the flat click open, and a light comes on in the living room. Cursing herself for not locking the bedroom door, Cassie hides inside the closet.
A figure swished in.
It’s the wife.
Cassie pressed into a corner of the closet, ready to spring.
The elegantly attired lady crossed to the bathroom, Turning on the light.
She turns towards the dresser inside the bedroom next to the bathroom door.
Her elegant satin gowned figure is bathed in light, diamond heavy jewels glittery.
The burglar’s heart leapt to her throat. Was she going to have the opportunity to acquire those jewels also? Where was the bloody husband?
It was then she heard a bird's call from outside. The burglar knew it was her partner Emy, giving a warning.
“Too late luv.”
The lady of the house meanwhile is removing her earrings, bracelet, and rings, laying them on the dresser. She then approached the bed, not seeing the burglar crunching in the shadowy corner of a closet door that was open a crack.
Her necklace and broach blaze into fiery life as she bends down and picks up her satin robe from the bed.
Turning away, she swished across the oak wood floor and enters the bathroom.
The burglar began to move as soon as the lady disappeared into the bathroom.
Cassie sat the satchel down by the closed glass doors leading to the balcony.
Reaching the dresser she looks inside the bathroom and sees the lady admiring her necklace in the mirror.
Meanwhile, the cat burglar’s gloved hands are quickly picking up and pocketing the diamond earrings, bracelet and rings from the top of the dresser. Placing them all inside her pants' deep pockets. Along with a small carved ivory statue of St. Patrick holding a 24k gold staff.
Cassie daringly held her ground, watching the lady remove her gown and hang it up next to the bathroom’s vanity on a hook next to the mirror. Next, she slips off her silky undergarments. Now naked, she turns and goes to the shower and turns it on.
Going back to the mirror the lady removed her necklace and laid it carefully on the vanity. Her beautifully bare figure in profile to the watching thief.
Cassie had to admit to feeling a bit of tingling in certain areas. And it wasn’t just from the diamond necklace laying so tantalizing close in reach.
The wealthy lady enters the shower, failing to notice the figure watching her at the door.
As the lady begins to hum inside the shower, the thief is also humming to herself, as she sneakily enters the now steamy bathroom.
Lifting the necklace she admired it’s dazzling radiance before placing it inside her pocket. Then Cassie, eyeing the diamond brooch, cautiously goes to the hanging gown.
Only inches away, the thief freezes as the lady in the shower says:
“Is that you honey? I need a washcloth.”
She holds out her hand, beckoning for it, a gold ring set with diamonds flashes from her pinky.
The cat burglar looks around quickly spying a washcloth. With daring, she lifted her mask, She carried it over to the voluptuous nude figure outline behind the shower curtain, holding it up, she used it to take hold of the hand.
Then leans over, licking the lady’s fingers with her tongue. Sucking off the ring easily from a soapy pinky.
“Silly!, I know that ring always is bloody tedious to remove after wearing it out. Thank you for taking it off for me.” The lady says snagging the washcloth and going back to her showering without looking out.
The thief meanwhile had spit out the ring, pocketed it, then grabbed the gown off the hook, backing out.
When she is at the door, the thief says to herself:
“Thanks for the jewels, and the heads up about your husband, Honey”
The thief turns and goes for a listen at the bedroom door. She heard the clinking of ice being placed in glasses inside the study.
She closes and locks the bedroom door.
She turns and goes back out onto the bedrooms balcony
Whistling to the shadows below, Emy emerged, looking up with brite , questioning eyes
She nimbly caught the satin gown, weighted with the brooch, falling straight, as it was thrown down.
Blowing yet another kiss to the menacingly grinning stone gargoyle, Cassie makes her way back down, the bulging leather satchel strung over her back.
Below, Emy watched as her partner finally reach the ground.
Cassie gives Emy, who had been admiring the diamond broom, a thumbs up, patting the bulging satchel.
They give each other an exciting hug.
Both then turn and steal their way across the now heavy mist-filled yard. Disappearing into the night.
Another adventure attained…
Fini
WOMAN, n.
An animal usually living in the vicinity of Man, and having a
rudimentary susceptibility to domestication. [...] The woman is lithe and graceful in its movement, especially the
American variety (felis pugnans), is omnivorous and can be
taught not to talk.
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A detail from the sawmill I explored recently.
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From this perspective, the limbs on this tree make it appear to be a lithe figure with its arms raised over its head.
Its no wonder that some cultures believe that trees have souls when they take on human like forms.
Chiesa di Santa Maria di Sibiola (Anno 1125)
Sul fianco sinistro è integra la scala d’accesso al tetto e al campanile, di cui rimangono invece solo i conci di base. I mensoloni litici infissi nel muro ricordano le scalinate dei nuraghi.
Church of Santa Maria di Sibiola (Year 1125)
On the left side, the access staircase to the roof and the bell tower is integrated, of which only the base ashlars remain. The lithic corbels fixed in the wall recall the stairways of the nuraghi.
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Scanned IR lith print.
Rolleiflex T w/ Tessar 75 mm/f3.5 + Rollei IR filter.
Aug 1, 2023.
Rollei IR 400 in Rodinal 1+100, semistand 1 h.
Lith printed on Oriental Seagull G-3 (Moersch Easy Lith).
Toned in Se 1+4, 25 sec.
War Airfield 16.
The Oriental Seagull G-3 isn't that colourfully lithable as Rollei Vintage 332, but presents a more
"straight" print even if there are some pepper formation in the darks (so it's probably bromide dominant). A print variant of previously uploaded neg.
2023 A New Year's Eve Soliloquy
I was asked recently by a friend if I would ever be likely to teach someone what
he/she felt were my skills at pickpocketing.
Extremely flattering as the question was, I had never thought of what we do as a skill. Rather than just role play, or taking advantage of a friend’s condition ( like Pissed drunk, or compellingly overwhelmed emotionally) that makes them vulnerable.
We had a discussion over this with my brother and our group of friends, concluding that since non of us would ever try to do a lift on a stranger for keeps, the topic of this being an actual skill is pretty much mute.
That all being said, if there are professional pickpockets that are adept enough to actively lift jewelry from a victim, then either they are incredibly skilled, or just know how to spot an advantage brewing that would cook up into a victim’s concocting condition as described above.
For a clearer example of a concocting condition, let me relate my own experience this past New Year’s Eve.
As is our habit, my friends and I celebrated New Year's Eve at our local “The Poet & Peasant Pub”.
I was on the decorations committee, so I was there to observe most of the guests coming in.
I was at the top of the stairs leading to the upper rooms, placing a party hat on Erik, the skull of the medieval poet who is the pub’s namesake. The macabrely grinning thing sits high on a ledge of the stairs overlooking the pub and its guests (peasants).
So I had a great vantage point to take an early drink and watch.
A friend(and he knows of whom I speak) had sorta challenged me to make a lift this evening. So it was with a thief’s eye that I tried to look innocent as I watched the partiers coming in.
The pub proper is not large, but it has two larger first-floor rooms, one for dance, the other for dart competitions. Since we usually can expect a crowd of two hundred, all three areas come into play.
The upstairs rooms are old bedrooms used for various pub-related antics.
Now, It’s not supposed to be a dressy affair at this party, but the guests, regulars, and visitors make it one.
The gents in suits, and tuxes, the lady’s getting a second chance to show off by wearing an old gown or dress they’ve only worn once.
Rhinestones and pearls are the majority of jewels worn with splashy brilliance.
This year was no exception.
Once it was in full swing one would have thought it was an after-party at a actors' awards show.
Use that thought to picture in your mind a quick visual without me going into boring paragraphs of detail.
But for a brief idea, I’ll describe what my clique was wearing…
Which, since it was one(or more)of us girls that became a victim that evening, it appears appropriate to do so.
So, In my role-play thief's mind I observed:
First off, myself.
I had on a smart ocean blue coloured satin dress with a below-knee length skirt and a slick solid top with a mock turtleneck collar. The sleeves flared out just below my elbows. I was wearing my gold necklace set with diamond Sapphire rhinestones with matching long earrings. Also being worn was my rhinestone cuff bracelet. The same one my brother once nicked from me at the very pub we were now partying at.
I also added two of my real cocktail rings to complete the glittery effect.
As far as the type of mark I’d be for a thief? Well if being a twit came in degrees, and I was in my monthly period, I would be certified as a solid brown belt. If I was wearing real jewels, thieves would be able to have a field day lifting the bloody things, as did actually happen to me in a very similar situation as this evening. But it was not done by a real thief, just by an opportunist who took advantage of a victim who had been having herself a pisser.
But then, this is not that story.
My friend Byrne was wearing an old-fashioned black tux, black vest, black shirt, and blue bow tie, topped off by a black bowler. He had to work late at the Dyfed station that day and said he was wearing the suit he had on. So it was a pleasant surprise to see him dressed up, and I let him know it in no uncertain terms.
My brother was dapper in his tawny-colored herringbone vest suit, brown silk shirt, and gold satin necktie. A gold satin handkerchief stuck jauntily out from a vest pocket.
Ginny had again poured her lithe figure into the sleek satin Japanese-style Qipao sheath dress she had bought to wear in a play she acted in last spring. It was midnight black with a brite lime green inner lining and tight lime green Lycra pants. The only decoration on the elegant dress was a glittery silver rhinestone Dragon, with green slanted eyes and a red fiery tongue. It was embroidered crawling up one side of the dress, reaching around up towards her bosom.
Ginny was wearing a bib-style necklace of rhinestone emeralds with matching earrings.
The necklace she usually wore was still in a police evidence locker at Dyfed ( see my tea party story).
Her hair was held up on one side by a glittery clip. She wore no gloves, so her diamond rhinestone cuff bracelet lay on bare skin, as were the 3 cocktail rings she was wearing.
Ginny would be a tougher nut for thieves to crack. For she is logical to a fault and witty. She is also a black belt in Jiu-Jitsu.
But one really after her jewels, would just have to follow her around to see she is on the wee bit clumsy side. I immediately thought how useful a satin handkerchief could be if employed along the high, partially exposed neckline of her gown to acquire her necklace. And I happened to now know where to obtain one ….
Two other two close friends (members of our role-playing troupe) also eventually showed up.
Merrick was dashing in a James Bond-styled black tux. The vest he wore had a gold and black calico silk pattern.
His Heather enticingly was wearing a very shiny black satin, slightly off shoulders gown with long white lace frills hanging down from the neckline and the gown’s puffy elbow-length sleeves.
Her jewellery was a ruby rhinestone necklace with matching earrings. Like Ginny, one side of her hair was pulled back and held by one of her real diamond chip hair clips. She wore black satin gloves, and around one wrist was the wide tennis bracelet Merrick had given her last Valentine’s Day. It was a beauty, two rows of diamonds and a centre row of round rock rubies. She also wore twin ruby cocktail rings.
Heather is a timid meek little thing who blushed easily and turn her head away whenever complimented(think of Actress Alison Pill ). Also, those black satin gloves of hers would hinder feelings of lifting from her skin.
Mum and Auntie were also in attendance.
Mum was wearing a shimmering dress of silvery metallic material. She was wearing a necklace of round diamond rhinestones, with matching earrings and bracelets. They were ones I first “borrowed “, sneaking them out of mum’s day jewel case and started wearing as my twin and I began first exploring our games of thievery.
Her personality and looks matched the actress Haley Mills. Her eyes getting delightfully large as she was surprised by something. It would be worth trying for her necklace just to witness that reaction.
Father was working the Dyfed station this evening, so my bodyguard-built uncle was the escort of both ladies.
Uncle(or the man from U.N.C.L.E . As I thought of him) was a rugby player in his youth and still had the physic for it. The tight tux he wore looked like it was bursting from the seams over his muscular build. But for all his looks he was a pussycat. Though a fierce darts competitor.
Auntie was very elegant in a long white silk dress with a red and green flowery print. She was wearing her gleaming set of pearls.
Our Aunt reminded me of the actress Janine Duvitski, in looks, and the way she was insecure, like Janine’s character in the Telly series” Waiting for God.” She was a foil to far too many things in her life and would offer no challenge to a proper thief, which may be her saving grace.
Then there was our cousin Michelle(Micke)
She has come there with a group of her coworkers but divided her time with us.
Micke was enticingly wearing a very sleek, slick brown satin fully off-shoulder number that nicely outlined her petite figure as it poured along it down to her silver high heels.
Her Jewels were a sparkling collection that consisted of a wide V-shaped necklace that looked like a falling river of rhinestones, amazingly sparkling chandelier earnings, her favorite diamond-appearing bracelet, and several enticing rings.
But the real showpiece was the eye-grabbing broach she had pinned to the gown just at her waistband. It had a sparrow egg-sized diamond at its centre.
Now blonde Micke just wears her heart upon her sleeve. Just as gullible as her mum, she has fallen victim to many of our pranks. Micke was easy prey to a compliment or falling into a tight, searching hug.
And by now most of the rest of the crowd had entered.
I tapped Erick’s boney jaw open so the poor sod of a poet was grinning, then came down from my perch to begin mugging, er, mingling.
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And so the party rambled on, properly behaving like most pub-held New Year’s Eve affairs.
I highly recommend going to one if you have never been.
Plenty to drink, and eat, games to play dancing to music( ours was live this year) camaraderie, storytelling and jokes, attempts to lite the cigar someone had stuck in Erik’s mouth, etc
Oh, And did I mention games?
Especially the one I was playing on my own, pretending to be a thief on the prowl.
I did miss one early opportunity on me mum’s necklace when I stood behind her in the snack line. She had literally backed into me and was reaching down to snag a small pork pie, exposing her throat and necklaces' clasp. But uncle was in front of her and turned to look as she asked him if he had one for himself.
Victims 1 Thief 0
But then as the night went by quickly and since I’m not a real thief, I found myself having so much fun I almost forgot I was looking for a further lifting opportunity.
Almost…
End Acte 1
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Acte 2
Almost forgot I had been dared to do a lift, that is until I had l came out of the loo around 11:00 and realized I was on my own.
For the first time that evening.
Everyone I had been with was split up into small groups now doing their own thing
I could either join in, watch, or….
And now I thought licking my freshly touched-up lips, time to do something on my own.
So like my pretend thief, I decided to have a walk around and seek an opportunity amongst my chosen potential victims.
Byrne, Merrick, Uncle, and my brother Craig were we’re still playing darts with another group of men. I had been watching before slipping away to freshen up.
Micke and one of her co-workers ( in green taffeta) were amongst a group dancing. I thought of cutting in as a possibility to make a score, for that glittering broach of hers was an enticing calling card.
I watched for a minute or so when suddenly an opening appeared that paved my way in. A man had cut in and was dancing with Micke’s girlfriend. His back to Micke. I curled my fingers while licking my lips ready to plunge in and make a lift of a glittery broach.
I got no more than two steps in when the music stopped and the dancers headed off the floor in the opposite direction, including my Cousin.
I walked away, my heart pounding.
Victims 2 Thief 0
Our Mum and Auntie were sitting at a side table of the long mahogany bar, chatting away. Mum has an almost empty glass, so I surmised she may need to be making a trip to the ladies' room. I stored away that tidbit.
But there, in an opposite corner, underneath Erik’s perch, a makeshift stage was set up. With guests coming up to tell jokes and stories.
It was at one of the tables, chairs backed against the stairway, Ginny and Heather sat listening to an Irishman telling one of his drinking stories.
Both, in my thief’s eye, were a royal treat to be observed. Two enticingly dressed and deliciously jeweled prospects, very distracted, sitting in a rather vulnerable location.
It was all far too tempting, and I felt an overwhelming urge to acquire a piece of jewellery and strted to excitedly tingle from deep within.
Ginny’s necklace was beckoning with a flashy invitation. Heather's elegantly gloved hands with the inviting jewelry she wore, also called out to my inner thief with a fiery blazing hot lure.
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The Irishman telling the joke was holding a long cigar as he started, his accent and mannerisms adding much embellishment to the story.
(Look up on Utube Mike Dunafon. An Irish drinking joke)
“Irishman Paddy O'Brien has moved to a small city in Wales. And as men are won’t to do, looks for a new local. He walks into the first pub he finds, and tells the bartender, "Give me three pints of Guinness."
The bartender obediently brings him three pints…..
As the story started I had circled over to the empty staircase and snuck up it till I was level with Heather and Ginny’s chairs. Then I sat down.
I earlier decided that my game would be to lift a piece and make it outside to the victim’s car and write gotcha on it, for my thief to win, if I was caught or stopped by anyone, then I lost.
The Irishman took a long puff of his cigar and carried on.
Paddy proceeds to alternately sip one, then the other, then the third until they're gone. Then he rose, threw coins on the table, winked at the bar mistress, and left.
Meanwhile, I was leaning against the rails, my hands reaching out to the back of Ginny’s throat, aiming for the clasp of her emerald-laden necklace. Figuring once the punchline was given, the laughing (if it was as funny as I hoped) would provide the perfect opportunity.
The Irishman continues…
The next Saturday evening Paddy walks in, hanging his cap, taking a seat, he walks again and orders three more pints.
The bartender brings them over, and says, "Sir, you don't have to order three pints at a time. I can keep an eye on one and when you get low, I'll bring you a fresh pint."
Paddy responds, "You don't understand. I just moved to wales and I have two brothers, one in Australia and one Canada. We made a vow to each other that every Saturday night we'd still drink together. So right now, me brothers are having three Guinness Stouts and we're drinking together.
The bartender thought that it was a wonderful tradition and said as much.
Both Ginny and Heather were now leaning back in their chairs. My fingers had been slowly working on pulling Ginny’s necklace down lower on her back so it would dangle. Just then Heather put her arms behind her chair. Her bracelet danced with rippling sparks that just cried out to the thief in me to be taken.
So, as the Irishman took a sip of his drink, I moved my hands from Ginny, and moving down a stair reached for Heather’s ruby bracelet. As the next part of the joke was told, I delicately worked at removing it.
Now, every week for several years Paddy came in and ordered three pints at a time.
Then one Saturday week he came in and ordered only two pints.
He solemnly drank them, rose. Put on his cap and went over to pay his tab.
The bartender, who had worriedly been watching, said to Paddy, "I know your tradition, and I'd just like to say that I'm sorry that one of your brothers died."
Paddy responded, “oh no, both my brothers are just fine Dontchay knows now.”
The Bartender, puzzled asked, “then why only two beers now? laddie?”
But I never heard the answer, for as Paddy was still drinking his two beers, I had fiendishly slipped off Heather’s glittering ruby bracelet from around her sleekly gloved wrist and had snuck off the staircase and was heading towards the back door.
Victims 3 Thief 1
I managed to slip past the table where my Aunt sat( mum was gone).
Behind me, I hear vigorous laughter and applause at the ending of the Irishman’s joke.
I would have to ask later what it was.
Then, by the entrance to the dart room, I waited until everyone was watching a dart being thrown before walking past the room.
The dance floor was again packed. But I couldn’t spy Micke, so I took a chance and scurried past.
I made it to the door, excitedly letting out my breath as I pulled it open and slipped through into the chilly night.
A couple was walking in the parking lot, so I ducked into a shadowy side alley and skirted around a fence. Kneeling, I peeked through the pickets.
I did not know the couple, but they obviously had been having a great time, though I wondered why they were leaving so soon. The lady was dressed in a blue taffeta gown with prickling rhinestone adornments. Her jewelry also prickled fire in the moonlit evening.
In my thief’s eyes, I saw them being approached and held up. The lady is forced to hand over her jewels to a masked female thief. Not me though, the thief I was picturing had bigger boobs.
Of course, that would be something only I would find to be that amusing, and let out a giggle.
They both heard it and looked around as I slinked back into the shadows.
They shrugged it off and got inside the car.
I took my eyes off them and soon spotted Merrill and Heather’s black sports car.
I rose.
Suddenly a male voice snarled sinisterly from behind me...
“Who let you out all dressed up looking like a mugger's dream?”
I let out a shriek as I jumped up and turned around.
Byrne stood there grinning.
I playfully pounded his shoulder, my heart thumping as I scolded him between breaths that gave off wisps of vapor into the cold night.
“Byrne you rotter. Scared the Jesus out of me you did, and almost peed my undies. And how would that have looked I ask you?!”
Byrne held onto my shoulders and laughed.
“Sorry, you looked so mischievous as I saw in the corner of my eye you sneaking out. I followed, then lost you until I heard the giggle. So tell me what you are up to now?”
I explained to him my game, that upon the thief’s success, I had come out to write “gotcha” on the car door.
“Then what were you gonna after that Ms. Cadence?”
“Follow Heather out when she left and give it back …?”
Byrne looked thoughtfully at Merrick’s car.
“I have got a better idea. She won’t know who did it.”
He led me over to his auto. Goes to the back and pulls a long slender bar from what I call his cop box, in the trunk.
We go over to Merrick’s black sports car and Byrne, looking around first, uses the tool to lift the latch on the passenger side.
“Now lay her bracelet out on the seat.
I did so letting it curl up on the black leather, where it lay sparkling. Then I locked and shut the door.
With a smirk, Byrne reminded me not to forget what else I was going to do
I nodded and in the dirty side of the door, I traced the word “Gotcha” as Byrne went over to put back his tool.
Arm in arm, with a co-conspirator's air, we walked onto the sidewalk, making our way to the front of the pub and went back inside. Innocent as a sparrow…
Another gent was getting up on the stage telling a story so we went and joined Ginny and Heather with an air of innocence as we began laughing along with them.
An old Irishman, Paddy, is about to go to his eternal reward. He looks at his grieving friend, Mike, and says, "Michael, I have one last request."
Ginny’s necklace was still lifted and the backside hanging down. She hadn’t noticed that fact. Nor had giggling Heather noticed her flashy bracelet was now missing.
"Anything, Paddy," Mike says. "What is it?"
"In me kitchen pantry lad, you'll find a bottle of whiskey from the year I was born. When they put me in the ground will you pour it over me grave as a final salute?"
"I will, Paddy," Mike says.
“Thank you Michael, you have been a true and thoughtful lad.”
I nudged Byrne and pointed to my wrist. He looked over and saw that Heather had her hand on the table, with her other gloves hand over it. I was tingling with excitement over how my game had played out.
Byrne nudged me back and I shook my head in agreement. He was loving the fact that we had pulled it off. So like a man to take the whole credit now that he had contributed a wee bit to my game.
We both turned back to listen to the stories finish.
"But Paddy?”
Mike asks earnestly ….
“Would you be minding if I be passing it through me kidneys first?"
The whole room erupted into laughter as the gent merrily raised his glass.
It was then announced that we were only ten minutes away from midnight and everyone should take their places.
I gasped inwardly. Blimey had not been keeping track of the time.
Byrne helped us out of our chairs, and we followed Ginny and Heather to where my brother was standing next to Merrick.
Lights soon dim as the countdown begins
10,9,8,
Everyone behind us is prancing around
7,6,5
We go around hugging. I lift my brother's satin handkerchief from his pocket as I hug him.
4,3,2
I hug Ginny
Wrapping the handkerchief around Ginny’s throat as we hug. Feeling the clasp of her necklace. Oh so tempting.
Victims 4 Thief 1
Then 1 was called out at the stroke of midnight.
“Happy new years everybody!!!”
Lights flicker horns are honked, crackers exploded, and drinks were toasted.
As Ginny turns to hug my brother, I grab and hug Heather, seeing Merrick and Byrne hugging.
I then pull Bryne from his man crush on Merrick and hug him.
Then we spilt up to wish others a Happy New Years.
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We party for another hour before Merrick and Heather say they must leave.
We say our goodbyes and as Byrne and I watch Heather being helped on with her wrap we smirk at each other knowing what she will be finding on her car seat. Love to be a fly on the wall for that.
The music was still playing. A series of slow dances now that the party was winding down.
As we dance, Byrne, looking over at Ginny, commented:
“Damn if Ginny’s necklace isn’t a corker. If I’d been playing your game, I would have had a go for it, though I may have needed a bit of good luck to pull it off.”
I smirked and explained I had originally been attempting to lift it but had gone for the bracelet instead…and that in his case luck may have been needed, but it would not have been good.”
Then, as we both were watching Ginny, with that lovely necklace just sparking away around her throat, I purred into his ear…
“Say the word, and I’ll get for you, my love.”
He shook his head no…
“The scary part is if I said yes you would do it.”
I giggled:
“And wear it until she noticed.”
Byrne smiled:
“You will play nice here the rest of the party won’t you now?”
I nodded as a delighted thought crept into my head.
“So if Ginny had been skulking outside would you have snuck up on her luv, maybe had her hand it over?”
“And have my arse thrown over the fence. No, think I’ll stick to the easily distracted ones who meltdown in my arms.”
“Dream on mister.” I chide him happily.
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Early the next morning as the last of us were kicked out long after the party was officially over, Byrne bundled me into his car, knowing I was too wasted to drive my own self home. I sat there in a mute stupor, hornily replaying the evening's fun.
Suddenly Byrne spoke into the windshield.
“Let’s go to the playground.”
I perked up, for ideas like that usually came from me.
“Your drunk.” I teases
“Well, So are you Lass.”
“But it’s too cold. Let’s go to your flat and play at burglars…”
Byrne, sensing my hot flashy feelings, nudged me…
“I knew you would like to role-play since you were playing your games this evening.”
I poked him
“You were the one to mention muggers. Steal my jewelry and strip me naked, is that what’s in your head me lad?”
“Something like that.”
“Do you have your cuffs?”
That perked him up royally.
“Do you want me to use them?”
I giggled with a burgeoned horny appetite.
“Yes, laddie. On yourself. So you can do the thieving and stripping of my easily distracted person without using your hands.”
I do so enjoy it when one can score by making my Byrne speechless.
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So I would like to think that in real life, once upon a time, there may have been an actual pickpocket attending an actors' award show after a party, with real jewellery being worn, that may have seen what I saw, made observations as I did. and lurked, and waited to take advantage of the situation once it developed.
As I did.
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These pictures from 2024 were taken on one of my best days. As well as the outline of a Large Blue Eye with a distinct blue spherical both iris and pupil there is a shadow at the left centre which casts very interesting even symbolic shades. The Witches' Stone just at the edge of the village of Spott is a good memorial of bad times and deeds. The Witches’ Stone always fills me with commemoration and remembrance of times not so long gone when Witch Hunts were after witches so upsettingly so that we still use the term Witch Hunt no more than ever for a falsely fuelled over active hunt often with vicious entanglements and outcomes.
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We appreciate the courtesy of Chatwick University Archives for letting us use the journals in our research, and for permission to use parts for the genesis of “Dare’s Game”.
Dare’s Game
Beth, eagerly looking for Dare, walked straight into Seth’s cunning snare…..
Suffix, circa 1910?. It was during this time a fanciful young lady, whom we will call Beth, started a journal which she would faithfully keep over the course of almost 50 years. She led quite an adventuresome life for a lady of that time, and her journals were filled with many tales and observations of her exploits. The following story is derived from events that she penned down in the early years in her journal.
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Beth had known Dare since their childhood. Dare was a handsome free spirited youth only two years her senior, who lived for the games his life had to offer. As his cherished nickname inferred, Dare was always trying to find the thrill out of anything he could think up, relishing to go beyond the pale in anything he attempted. Dare always a little different, harboring feelings and ideas way beyond his years, almost as if he had lived a previous life and retained something from it in his being.
Beth would remember times playing dress up with Dare’s sister Diana in some old gowns of their mothers. It was always then that Dare and his friends seemed to appear and talk them into playing hide n seek, tag or cops n robbers. Dare seemed to take pleasure in cajoling the girls into playing with them in this manner. Eyeing them as they played with a far off look that suggested the game they were playing had more meaning to him than he could ever venture to say. It was hard for Beth to explain it, but she did find it pleasurable (almost erotic using a word whose term she would learn much later) to be observed by him in this way.
One warm fall day Diana and Beth headed down to an old shack located near some railroad tracks at the back of a cornfield. Diana was dressed in a long satin play gown with her mother’s jewelry, which Dare had called rhinestones. Beth, herself dressed in a long flowing dress, loved the way Diana’s jewels twinkled and sparkled as she walked. They were going to pretend the shack was a ballroom and they were one their way to a fancy dance, like Beth’s and Diana’s parents had recently attended. Diana wasn’t supposed to be wearing her mother’s jewelry outside the house, but as a result of Dare’s teasing, had done so anyway.
They had reached the shack, an old white brick building with a wooden roof half fallen in, when a man’s voice suddenly said behind them, what are you two ladies up to? Turning they were confronted by a happily sneering drifter. The grubby man looked around, alone is we, and advanced towards them. The two girls stood petrified, he reached out and probed Diana along her side, pretty dress missy, he said, sparsely toothed mouth grinning like a pumpkin. He suddenly reached up and tore the necklace away from Diana’s throat, sending her falling backwards. Beth screamed bloody murder, as the vagrant turned heel, running off towards the tracks. Suddenly Dare appeared, and Beth, meaning to yell for help, exclaimed instead “help honey” to Dare. Dares eyes took on a very different look, almost of a burning yearning. Beth told him what had happened and he took off down towards the tracks in hot pursuit. For Beth, the look he had given her and the way he had dashed off excited her beyond measure. Even for someone that young, Beth now knew what Dare meant to her. From then on, playing games with Dare took on a heightened meaning for Beth.
But, nothing really changed in their relationship until Beth’s sophomore year of high school. Beth was sixteen at the time, a whimsical being, passionate, innocent, not particularly attractive, but radiating with a love of life. A living free spirit, developing into a very sexual being by the time her and Diana decided to attend their schools prom in their sophomore year. Beth dressed in a fuchsia coloured satin dress with dangling rhinestone earrings that had been” borrowed” from Diana’s Mother, the same ones Diana had been wearing when they had run into the drifter at the shack. Diana slipped into the slinky blue spaghetti strap gown and matching cover-all that she had worn as her cousin’s bridesmaid. She was wearing sapphire costume jewels patterned after the hope diamond. Their parents had given them a hard time when they saw their made up girls in their gowns and finery , admonishing them for looking way too mature. They smiled, consoling their parents fears, and went off on their adventure.
Their eyes were dazzled by the display of lights, the cheerfully student filled room, the band. They had stopped and were letting it all sink in, when Beth felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and came face to face with Dare, who once again had the same yearning fire in his eyes as on that fateful day at the old shack. A veil was lifted from between the two, and Beth spent the whole evening encompassed in Dare’s arms. Soon after that the two had begun seeing much more of one another. Their relationship was still going strong eight years later.
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8 Years Later
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Come on Dare, let’s go to the Riverside, it will be fun she urged. She had been trying to get her fiancé’ to take her to the exclusive five star resorts for some time. And now she had a free overnight room card she had won at work! Dare looked into Beth’s wide, hope filled eyes, knowing her passion for attending these types of affairs. Ever hopeful she would see someone rich. Dare knew how to use this to his advantage. Finally he buckled, all right, only if we play the game afterwards he bargained. She squirmed inwardly with passion, nodding her agreement. Beth found the game exciting, though she would never let on to Dare. And, you must wear the gold bridesmaid gown and jewels you wore to your friend’s wedding last week , he added, a wistful smile lighting up his thin face.. Okay she agreed, trying to sound reluctant, but truthfully feeling multiple tingles of delight.
Dare was handsome, in a scrawny, thin bearded, sort of way ( From an old photo that survives he resembled a young Johnny Depp… the eds), with a witty writers imagination and a playful disposition. He could always make Beth laugh, feeling his excitement as he drew her into his stories and games. She would never admit to it, but found the game delightfully erogenous. She smiled to herself, so Dare had liked the satin gown after all, he had not shown any interest in her wearing it since the wedding. And the jewelry, the small rhinestone pendent and earrings had been pretty, but Beth soon came up with another idea. She would knock his socks off by wearing the glittering diamonds and emeralds that had been inherited from her grandmother. The set had laid collecting dust in a safety deposit box all these years, unworn. She had never told Dare about them, waiting for the perfect occasion. She could just imagine the look in his eyes when he saw her wearing them. Okay then, game on, Beth thought, wickedly sending shivers up and down her spine.
Dare’s Game was based on role playing:
Dare would give Beth money to purchase a new outfit, something rich and shiny, like silk or satin. With the new outfit, Beth would wear the good gold jewelry she had received from Dare on her birthdays. The idea was to acting like a bored rich girl out for a good time, alone and vulnerable.
Dare would be at the hotel bar, waiting for Beth to make her entrance, then make her acquaintance , playing a debonair, suited gentleman with a mysterious past and a hidden agenda. They would make a date later, usually to dance and have drinks.
Then that evening, she would go down to the bar. Dressed in one of the long gowns Dare favored, fitting in with the usual spillover from a wedding reception that had been held in one of the Ballrooms. Sometimes she would wear the rhinestone jewelry they had purchased together at various antique stores. Then Beth would wait for Dare to make his entrance, signaling the time for Dare’s game. He would assume one of several roles, or possibly a new one that Beth had never seen. In the past Dare had played:
A spy who would dance with Beth, then disappear. Sending a note to Beth via a third person that would have her meet him clandestinely in a remote location…
A highwayman who would come across Beth on the castle grounds , usually the resorts empty gardens at night….
A rich millionaire looking for romance…
A kidnapper hired by an evil uncle, who after tying up Beth and removing her valuables would have a change of heart….
A Jewel thief who would be cunningly after her valuables…
A handsome prince rescuing Beth’s damsel in distress ….
Or Dare’s favorite, centered on their old childhood game of cops and robbers. Dare would play the thief, and steal something from Beth, usually while dancing. He would then leave preset clues around the grounds that she would have to follow to catch him.
All of the games usually led to some playful groping and then escalating into the upper echelons of erotic pleasure. Sometimes they never made out of the woods, or barely out of the ballroom. Beth shivered at these thoughts, wishing she didn’t have to wait….
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Three weeks later at the Riverside Resort.
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In the Bar:
At the bar, Dare smiled to himself, pleased. He had dropped Beth off to check in by herself. She would change into her new outfit and wear it down to the bar for lunch. She would come in acting like a complete stranger to the area. Dare would make her acquaintance, invite her to lunch, and make plans to see her that evening at the resorts dance room. There were two wedding receptions going on, and that dance room should be filled with well-dressed patrons. Beth would fit right in; clad that pretty gown she had promised to wear.
Dare had been sitting at the bar, thinking about ways to play out the game that evening, when the answer came to him, in the form of a stranger who had come with his drink and sat next to him. The stranger introduced himself as Seth, and shaking Dare’s hand sat on the stool next to him. After they had had couple of drinks, they had become quite chummy. Seth explaining he had come up for one of the weddings, and assumed Dare was doing the same. Seth did not fail to observe Dare’s secretive smile, but did not question it. Their conversation was distracted only when a newcomer appeared at the entrance. Beth walked in, a long flowing silky skirt swishing down to her leather sandals. A shiny, long sleeved satin top fitting tightly along her perky figure, with bright gold jewelry complementing the ensemble. Real gold, Seth observed silently to himself.
Beth went to a table, both men going silent as they watched her move through the room. Good-looking one, that, Seth commented, looking at Dare who was deep in thought as his eyes were fixed on the sexy newcomer. Seth teasingly offered Dare a penny for his thoughts. Dare smiled mischievously, letting lose his plans. Seth listened to the young man, smiling as a light went on in his steal grey eyes. When Dare finished he offered up a suggestion as to how Dare could make it really interesting for Beth. The two co-conspirators worked it out: Seth told Dare about a stone hut and wall that was located on the back nine of the resorts golf course. He suggested that he, Seth, would meet Beth that evening and pass a note onto her from Dare saying that he was in trouble and needed her help, with directions to the spot. Dare liked the idea, and wrote the note on a cocktail napkin, cementing the plan by handing it to Seth.
Off you go old chap, let Uncle Seth take care of his end, he said grinning, giving Dare a sporting clap on the back. With a wink, Dare left his fellow collaborator, and went over to Beth, who had since been seated by a male waiter, now standing drooling over her shoulder as she looked at the menu.
Later that same evening, inside the crowded club:
Seth had stopped by the bar for a last drink. His business venture had been concluded earlier than he had expected. With the change in his plans, he had checked out early, his kit packed, boot loaded and the car ready. He now sat at the bar Causley watching young lass of about seventeen who had literally ran into him at one of the receptions. He watched her flirting about the club, weaving in and out of the guests. With a long swishing gown flowing provocatively along her lithe figure, abundant, solid white gold chains swinging out in an alluringly eye catching manner as she scurried about. A diminutive gold ring its half caret diamond flickered playfully from the petite pinky it loosely surrounded once again welcomed his contemplation. The lass presented quite an intriguing gold feathered fledgling, just begging to be plucked. He looked around, spying her parents on the dance floor. The father/husband, despite being an excellent dancer, gave him no interest. It was his partner, the wife/ mother, decked out in a iridescent suit and long swishing satin skirt upon which he now was reexamining. He again studied under the bright dance floor lights her fine pearls dangling from her ears, throat, and wrists. But it was the Ladies’ two rings that stole the show for him; an engagement ring with a rock of at least 2 carets surrounded by numerous shimmering half caret stones and a pinky ring similar to her daughters, that proudly displayed a single white solitaire diamond of at least one caret that had garnered his consideration. He also reconsidered the facts that he had been able to garnish about the lady who wore them, and her husband. The wife/mother was a heavy drinker who would not be expected to make any kind of appearance before noon. Hubby was a golfer, who would be out for breakfast at five am before being on the links at 6 am the next morning . At 5 :15 Seth was planning to pay a visit to his suite, and relieve his two ladies of their expensive trinkets. It should be an easy straight forward caper, that had Seth bristling with anticipation at the prospect.
As he was tossing down the last of his drink he remembered about Dare and the note he still had in his pocket. Setting down the empty glass, he pulled the note out and looked at it, kids he smirked, and was preparing to crinkle toss it on the bar and leave, when his eyes caught sight of Beth. He had felt his breath taken away when he saw her. Not at all what he had expected, he would say to Beth much later in the evening. He looked over the note, stirrings of a plan began formulating. All thoughts of the dancing couple and his plans fled his mind, as He rose, throwing a fiver on the bar and went off to intercept Beth.
Seth held Beth in his arms, she was a vivacious little thing he thought, while smiling charmingly into her eyes. She seemed a little apprehensive at first, but had settled right in when he had told her this had been set up by Dare, remember me at the bar with him this afternoon he had consoled her, she had smile brightly into his eyes in answer. He relished in the feel of her warm satin gown, and allowed himself to be mesmerized by the shimmer of her diamonds.
It reminded him of the diamonds that had been worn by one of his dance partners earlier that evening at a reception. He had forgotten her name, but not her diamonds, one of which now resided in a hidden compartment of his roadsters boot, along with the diamond pin he had slipped off the satin cape he had cordially help a well-dressed lady put on. He had also shelved his plans for his 5:15 am “meeting” at the golf playing husbands hotel room, Beth’s jewels were a much more lucrative prospect.
When the dance had ended he took her to the bar and sat her down, ordering her a drink. She seemed a little perplexed, Seth kissed her gloved hand; wait for it he told her mysteriously, winking into her eyes. Beth had winked back, the fire in her heart reflecting deep in her eyes. Seth left, smiling cleverly to himself as he took in his surroundings. He looked around as he walked away, now where had the little imp gotten off too?
He had decided that the seventeen year old in the long flirting gown would play a very different role in his plans. He approached her, with Dares note and a twenty. Thought for a moment about the pair of thick platinum gold chains dangling from her throat down the open neckline of the girl’s glossy gown, then banished the though, he had bigger fish to filet. The twenty caught her attention and she eagerly listened as he explained to her what to do, pointing out Beth sitting, waiting in earnest at the bar. Wait until she finishes her drink, Seth told her as she listened eagerly. She took the twenty into her hand, the half caret diamond on her pinky ring flashing, and her gold chain bracelets jangled as she grasped it. Seth left, figuring he had about twenty minutes to stop at his car, get a few items from the boot, and put his plan in motion.
Beth had curiously received the note from the attractively shy young lady, clad a slinky gown that made her appear years older. Reading it she folded it and was just getting up when a man wearing a suit came up to her and offered to let her dance with him. It took her some time, before she was finally able to ward him off and leave the brilliantly lit clubroom for the dark, forbidding grounds outside.
Now, a thoroughly excited Beth walked up the hill. Her senses becoming more prickling alert with each step. Innocently unaware that she was no longer playing a role in Dare’s game!
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Epilogue:
As Seth walked away admiring the shimmery necklace, his thoughts travelled back to the gold burdened impish youngster in the swirling gown, and her pearl and diamond laden mother. Revisiting his original plans he decided that he liked the odds, especially since they would be against him. With the father leaving early to meet his cronies for breakfast the Mother should be still sleeping off her drink induced stupor, the hyperactive girl should still be out cold, but presented no risk if she awoke, he had more rope. The ladies jewels should be lying about in the apartment, or handedly on their persons( the pairs of diamond pinky rings, as well as the multi-diamond engagement ring flashed once again across his memory with all their brilliant glory),as he caught fire with the vision. There could be a safe he reasoned, but with a tied up daughter and a knife in his hand, the mother should have no issue opening it for him, or disclosing anywhere else her jewels may have been hidden . But if there was no safe, and the rings, pearls and solid white gold chains were somewhere in the room, he knew he would be able to noiselessly break in, find and slip the jewels from wherever they were perched, and be safely on his way without even causing the slightest stir from the sleeping woman and her daughter. It was a road Seth had travelled down many times. He prickled at the thought, as he foresightedly tallied up the potential haul while making his way to the car. The Mother/wife’s diamond rings, would easily fetch him at least three grand, probably close five with her pearls and the whelp’s jewelry added in. About a quarter of what he probably would get for the jewels now in his procession, so he mused inquisitively to himself, so ,was it worth the risk of his 20,000 bird in hand? Yes he answered himself, as all too familiar and welcome tingling sensation overwhelmed Seths muscular body. Like Dare, Seth like to play risky games, especially those which promised to be somewhat profitable. It would be a tantalizingly chancy gamble of his own; to wait a safe distance away while things cooled down and then return to break into the un protected sleeping ladies chamber.. He knew just the place to hide , and it would be a perfect spot to watch events unfold around Beth and Dare, while making his plans! It also afforded a nicely secret hiding nook for the ill-gotten gains collected so far that evening in case something went wrong, which it wouldn’t..
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... She was magnificent. She might have been bred from pleasure slaves and she-panthers. She was sinuous and arrogant, desirable, dangerous, feline. I had little doubt that she was swift of mind. She was surely proud and haughty. She was lithe. She was perhaps two inched taller than the average Gorean woman, and yet, due to the perfections of her proportions, as vigorous and stunning as a girl bred deliberately in the slave pens for such qualities. She looked down upon me....
I had little doubt but what this was Verna who now examined me. None but the acknowledged leader of the band, whose authority was undisputed, could have so looked upon a prisoner, dispassionately, objectively, serene in her power over his life and body. It was up to her, what was to be done with me. It was she, more than the others, to whom I belonged. I, and my men, were hers.
...She looked up. The moons were now over the trees. She looked down upon me, in her gold and brief skins.
"Long ago," she said, "I determined that it would be I who would rule." She laughed, and thrust her foot against the side of my waist.
"And it will be such as you," she smiled, "who will serve."
(Book 8 - Hunters of Gor - by John Norman)
Je rends ici hommage à ma tribu Jan'Tiri Talunas qui est décimée par la volonté des Prêtes-Rois et engloutie dans le désert de Tahari et aux chasseresses "Sa-Sa'ng Fori"and «kh'rees Ikerei » and « Gorean Panther Avenger » qui écrivent en ce moment l'Histoire de Gor..si....sourires ….bises à Atiya (Lydie), Ran,Pri, Meriem, Sky, Erika, Shania, Murielle, Elisabeth, Eva, Ellia, Mimi, Micheller, Faby, Nikky, Agathe, Cosi, Luquara, Ethil, Ambre, Perle, Nalia,Amélie, Medusa, Sha, Taa, Smig, Olivia, Lorene, Caly, Juliette, Melina, Wendy, Shey, Mélanie, Len, Noor, Mary, Natoh, Emy, Hel, Eli, Noor, luna, Mary, Verra, Ban, Rox, Khalimee, Verna et bien d'autres ).Je rajoute une taluna qui se nomme Ran, elle habite à Port Kar et elle me stupéfie par sa stratégie des armes, j'immortalise à toutes votre nom et je vous rend hommage.
Que nous soyons toujours entourés d’ennemis ! Ce qui est le cas dans le port où nous jouons et qui s'appelle "Melicerus".
J’ai dit !
Rhinhorn Riders:
Throughout the vast and desolate plains that the Brayherd roams, in search of carnage and bloodshed, there are many types of feral and monstrous beasts. Some are lithe and savage, while others are massive and brutish. These bestial herds constantly roam the plains in search of food and prey. They are molded over time into vicious and ferocious beasts, qualities needed to survive the inhospitable wilderness of the plains.
As these different types of beasts are discovered by the Brayherd, some brave individuals attempt to capture these animals for their cruel pleasure and use in warfare. From the feral Plain Tusks to the quick and vicious Bray Hounds, the Brayherd have many types of savage animals bent to their will. Such is the case with the brutish and stubborn Rhinhorns.
The Rhinhorns are heavyset, wooly and brutish beasts that plod along the sparse plains, constantly roaming in packs in search of food. Their strength lies in their numbers, and also in their immense and dangerous horns that sit atop their broad heads. When pursued by prey in the wild plains, the Rhinhorn herds will form a defensive circle around their young, with the brutish adults swinging their horned heads at they would be predators. With their dangerous horns and thick, shaggy hides acting as an armor, these protective rings are a stalwart defense.
The Brayherd used to hunt the Rhinhorns as a source of meat to sustain the herd, picking off the smallest and weakest members. They would use the horns for weapons, the hides for armor, and the bones for their war beast structures. It wasn’t until the knights from the north brought their immense, noble war horses into the plains and mercilessly rode down the Brayherds with heavy cavalry that the Fauncors sought a heavy cavalry of their own. Mounting young Rhinhorns and clubbing them into submission, the Fauncors were able to train and command the large, brutish creatures, forming one of the most effective shock cavalries in the Warscape world.
A Rhinhorn is captured and beaten into submission by a Fauncor Warhorn; they are immense Fauncors that bulge with sinewy muscle, long horns protruding from their heads in the shape of antlers and tusks. These Fauncor have a ferocious and primal rage unseen in any other of their race, save the chieftain. They carry crude weapons atop their Rhinhorn mounts, sharp stakes, crude pikes, and blunt hammers. The Fauncor Warhorns are among the first to loot the battlefield, often times stealing plate metal and adorning it on themselves in a hideous manner.
Charging into battle in an impenetrable line of horn, muscle, and hide, the Rhinhorns and their riders devastate infantry on the field. Crashing through shield walls and brushing aside spears, these brutes are a truly terrifying cavalry as they thunder through battle with their hooves and hard as stone and their legs as large as trees. Few lines of defense can withstand the initial shock of the Rhinhorn charge, and those that do are quickly crushed or brutally mauled as the beasts swings its massive head as the Fauncor Warhorn dismembers the foes with crude spears and pikes.