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This is going to be my greatest asset. As we went on, we got used to the nudity. So that was weird, but it became normal.

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Eyes narrowed as she titled her head from the right to the left, eyeing him. The red head tapped the body of the rifle on the side of his head, smiling brightly as that woman blocked his path.

He continued to move forward without much regard for her and leaned forward when he arrived at the first bump - leaning forward as he tilted his head, "Oh my, you.

Not in this weather! It rains. I want it to be raining men. Hand reached down and she unhooked the heavy chain from her thighband. Only to wrap the first couple of shackles around the knuckles of her right hand.

He glanced down at the weapon in his right hand and shrugged his shoulders as he tossed the stock rifle into the water. His hands moved to wrap around his back as he hopped over the first ridge and then continued to move toward toward Fenna with a large smile on his face, "I'm surprised you agreed to these terms, that I am.

We'll see - we really will. I don't think you'll be happy with the outcome, though. Would love to put your cock into the meatgrinder once I am done with you, too bad I have none here.

One step after the other, though this just lasted for a moment. Fenna then took a sprint, swung the heavy rusty chain through the air and would attempt to hit him right against the face.

He just smiled that large grin. For once, the red head didn't open his mouth. When Fenna came forward with the chain he actually ducked down and attempted to avoid the damage.

Fenna would notice right away something off about his reflex speed. Judging by the speed which with he moved, he had some sort of augmentation in his knees..

Once the chain had moved out of his range, he backed up, hopefully, before she could continue to swing once more. His right hand raised up and he tutted his finger at Fenna and winked.

She probably thought he was an alien and the fact that he ducked, just fueled her anger more. Expression darkened instantly, low growl was released from her throat.

The tree they were standing on, got more slippery by the rain and for a moment she nearly lost balance. She jumped back though and ended up into a crouch, one hand placed in front of her while the other still had that chain.

She stood up then, slowly and would indeed try to hit him again. Laurick continued to back away from Fenna as she would likely chase him down the pipeline like a crazy woman spinning a chainlink..

The red head glanced behind him as he hopped back over the various ridges, just taking enough care not to trip.

The winds started to pick up and almost knock him off balance as his hair was now soaked from the rain. He stopped and looked back toward Fenna to see exactly what she would do now.

His balance was starting to wane with increase in the weather conditions - the pipes being incredibly slippery.

Nope, not wearing a bra. She grunted when he moved back and instantly began to chase him. Run, hop, run, hop. Using the chain as if it were a lasso.

Slicing through the air as she rush over to the man. Hit or not, she would then simply try to throw him off balance by jumping forwards in an attempt to push him down.

And yes, would it work she'd go down too. Apparently he was good at dodging physical strikes. It was the combination that got him. Fenna's double up with the takedown had been enough to nail him.

Laurick's right foot mis-stepped after he dodged the chain and when she'd thrown her shoulder into his armored abdomen his whole body lost control and his right leg collapsed.

The red head's back collided with the pipeline and his radio bashed against the metal and splattered into the water beside them.

The splash got into his right eye, and rolled down his cheek. He started to laugh. That same laugh that he always laughed as Fenna now had top position over him.

She would now straddle him, eyes rolled back a moment and she released a low feral hiss. Anger, hate those were the feelings she was most familiar with and this man seemed to just know how to trigger her.

With the chain still wrapped about her knuckles she tried to throw a right hook straight for his jaw since she was still on top right now.

When she sat up and threw that right hook right to his face with the chain - it connected. The red head's cheek made a dull thudding noise, and almost immediately started to turn red.

But as she started to retract her fist he sat up. He sat up and looked straight into her eyes with that strange heterochromic gaze - the large smile on his lips - and winked at her.

If she'd made another aggressive movement toward him, Laurick would attempt to wrap his arms underneath of her armpits and hook his hands together to pull her down toward the ground to stifle her movements the best that he could.

She was Fenna after all. And Fenna was angry. Lips twitched when her first connected, but this wasn't enough. She wanted blood. She wanted alot of blood.

The fact that he was smiling at her, pissed her off more. Hand reached out for his shoulders, but felt his hands on her body then. She changed plans and now lunged forwards, attempting to ram her forehead against his nose.

He didn't stop Fenna from butting heads with him, his gaze was down at their legs though. Fenna would feel a shift between her knees as Laurick's abdomen region bucked up and his whole body weight shifted to his right side as he attempted to throw Fenna onto her back - it was more of a roll for him to get on top.

Her head connected with his with a loud thud and another crackle. Fenna hit hard, that was for sure. Laurick would have a black eye or two and a broken nose at the very least.

Blood didn't come from his nostrils after that. But something escaped from his mouth, that laugh, that same damn laugh, "Kwa hoo hoo hoo!

It worked partly, though she did managed to place a hand behind her on the pipeline to keep herself up half.

Her clothes were soaked, the heavy wind didn't made it easier at all. She would try to place her feet onto the rusty old surface quick, so she could push herself back to her feet..

He may not have been the largest dog, but he was a vicious one when he got his way, and he might have had his position over Fenna at this point.

The rain started to come down harder ontop of the two, the water around them splattering loudly. The large grin was still on the red head's face as the lightning flashed in the background.

Blood flowed freely from either side of his lips, as his cheek where she had hit him with the chain started to turn a violet hue.

But, she did not. The faintest scent of blood distracted her, if only for a second. And that was the exact moment the man's attempt to shove her back against the pipeline worked.

She grunted, would not stay still. Feet tried to kick him while hands were clawing at his face, oh yes..

His full lips were grinning wide, blood running down either side of his mouth. His eyes were alight with a passion.

When Fenna started to buck her legs he would move his legs to attempt to just siftle the movement by crushing his thighs to hers. Her hands, he didn't bother to stop.

Her nails would dig deeply into that already damage cheek and ripped the skin easily, blood almost squirting from the wound she had inflicted.

His eyes were still locked on her face as he attempted to hold Fenna by the throat with his fleshy right hand, his left hand would slowly rear back as he if were measuring her.

His cheeks however would be burning if he felt pain, instead, he bled - with the smile on his face. That odd bloody smile. This was a task she quickly gave up.

She growled at him like a hungry wolf, nails would keep trying to rip more skin over as the crimson liquor now dribbled down her fingers as well.

Head was pushed back then when she felt his hand wrapping about her delicate throat. Fingers would start to move up towards his eyes while she contiued to swear and scream at him.

Spanish, english words. And none of them were actually sounding nice. When Fenna's fingers moved up to his eyes and started to push on the soft orbs - that was when Laurick finally struck out.

His right hand wrapped tightly and firmly around her delicate skin - his left mechanical hand hummed violently.

His shoulder jerked and the closed metal fist would come toward Fenna. If she hadn't moved.. Until she had either dodged it or it had put her out, Laurick's left hand would attempt to violently slam into that beautiful face and put her into a dream world for a time.

The rain had started to kick up around them, it was now pouring and it was hard to see anything around them except for the silouhette of the rain that formed about their bodies.

She knew he couldn't choke her anyway. That fact made her grin, his blood streamed down her hand and small wrist and eyes seemed to brighten a bit.

And while she was clawing at his face, his eyes and thought she had the victory of this one in her pocket.. Now, she -was- paying attention to that hand.

One hand tried to remove his from her throat, desperatly tried to wriggle her body free as he hit her over and over. Cracks could be heard here and there, split lip..

But the blood and her anger werent exactly a good combination.. Fighting herself, fighting him. It would soon become too much. She hissed ferally, eyes stared right at him before they rolled back and her hand slowly slippe off his face..

That wide bloody smile. His eyes practically alight with glee at this point. His grip on her throat grew tighter and tighter as he continued to strike her and strike her.

Each hit illicited a much brighter response from Laurick's smile. It grew and grew with the amount of damage he had done to Fenna.

When her hands finally slipped off his face and presumably her body started to go limp - the grip on her throat subsided. He merely held her there as she went limp.

The red head tilted his head and leaned in to look at her, slowly letting her neck go from his grip - and to leave her to slump in the water unconscious and bloodied.

He took in a long breath and let out another as his chest heaved now - showing the utter tiredness. He took a step away from Fenna and glanced down at the blood that now stained the dark metal of his arm.

He raised the knuckles up to his lips and ran his long blood stained tongue along the metal to remove it. The Doctor moved away from Fenna's body and stepped onto the swamp grass.

He leaned over and wiped at his legs and then looked up at the sky as a rain drop hit him in the face.. The red head just started to laugh.

The storm, heavy rain.. Mascara stains soon covered the pale, heavily bruised flesh. It was indeed not waterproof. Big chance the storm would blow her right into the sea..

Swara Lannock's tail lashed back and forth behind him slowly as he unknowingly drew that rough, pink tongue across his dark hued lips.

Battered and nicked ears flicked at the voices that rose up from below, listening intently to what he could catch of the conversation as he continued to keep that unflinching stare of rust colored eyes fixed on Guin.

He wondered for a moment about her reaction if she would spot him perched up here Spotted fingers drifted to his belt again to pull out another small object, this time dropping it straight down below him where it would land with a dull crack.

His head tilting to one side curiously. Sebastian Ricks tilts his head. Or they think they are. Makes them want to strut. Not surprised they're visiting the church.

From what I know of the UAC, they don't like it when their playthings get away. Or forget their place. He glances at the floor, then casually lifts his eyes to the balcony above.

Guinevere Fouroux's lips twist in a dry smile, rather enjoying the image of UAC soldiers as preening roosters Her eyes drop, brow furrowing, and she steps closer to it as she sees Bastian look up.

Crouching, she reaches out with tentative fingers, then draws back sharply. Her breath catches. Everything and nothing.

She stumbles back, back to her feet, eyes on the balcony. Sebastian Ricks steps past Guin. He rolls the bone toward him with his boot, then crouches with absent grace to pick it up.

It vanishes into his pocket as if it had never been. With a cold, bright grin, he straightens and gives the cat a mocking wave. Back for seconds?

Swara Lannock's mouth drew into a wide wolfish grin as she looked up, two thick carnivorous fangs peeking out from beneath his upper lip, not the type of fangs you would expect on a neko, these were made distinctly big cat incisors.

His tail swayed wildly, enough so that the tip would be seen swinging up from behind the low wall he perched on. It was apparent he gained far too much amusement from the woman's reaction.

He watched with curious eyes as the finger bone was scooped up and deposited away like some trinket.. The male's words didn't go unheard, he just chose to let them go unanswered for now.

Sebastian Ricks folds his arms over his chest in a flutter of black lace cuffs. Like being chased down by a rabid dog, hey? Don't know no better.

At the risk of Troy overload, here's another. I took him into the garden this morning and he was in a curious mood, he climbed up onto the decking and I hid from him, I got this as he looked over the wall.

I'm lying on my back shooting directly upwards and Troy was looking over the wall at me. View On Black. Walking the industrial streets of New Babbage, MR SL India catches the scent of hardened ash smokes, the smell of the polluted waters below.

As he walks along further, seeing the future of this steamed community building and growing to bigger and better things. He stops, looks around one more time as the black raven comes down resting upon his shoulder, cocking it's head side to side as it mimics the clicking of the clock resting on his hat.

MR SL India's gaze cast out to the road ahead,remembering he has a hard journey still ahead. I tried to simulate window light here, I love portraits lit that way.

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For much of its length it is the county boundary between West Yorkshire and North Yorkshire. The name Wharfe is Celtic and means "twisting, winding".

The valley of the River Wharfe is known as Wharfedale. It then flows into the River Ouse near Cawood. The section of the river from its source to around Addingham is known as Upper Wharfedale and has a very different character to the river downstream.

The river is approximately 97 km long before it joins the River Ouse. It is a public navigation from the weir at Tadcaster to its junction with the River Ouse near Cawood and tidal from Ulleskelf.

It flows east and south east taking the flows from many small streams, whose sources are the shake holes from Yockenthwaite Moor on the north bank and Horse Head Moor on the south bank.

After Hubberholme, the river flows south past Buckden and Starbotton and then south east past Kettlewell before flowing south again.

Near Conistone are the gentle waterfalls of Scar Lash. Near Grassington, the river turns south east over Linton Falls. South of Appletreewick, the river flows south west for a short distance until it reaches Gill Beck and returns southward.

To the north of Bolton Bridge, the river narrows and goes over waterfalls in an area known as The Strid. The river winds south and south east towards Ilkley where it heads east through Otley and Collingham.

It briefly flows north to Wetherby before turning south and then south east past Ulleskelf to the confluence with the River Ouse.

The Wharfe has populations of Signal Crayfish and the few White-clawed Crayfish remaining are at great risk. In Upper Wharfedale the scars and screes support a range of plants including the Alpine Cinquefoil and Hoary Whitlowgrass.

The limestone pavements of the area are a habitat for several species usually confined to woodlands, such as Dog's Mercury, Wood Anemone and Ramsons.

Rarer species to be found in the grikes include Baneberry and Downy Currant. Ferns in the moist grikes include Rigid Buckler-fern. Some of the inaccessible cliffs are home to ledge dwelling flora including mosses and liverworts, such as Red Leskea, Sharp Rock-bristle and the very rare Zygodon gracilis.

In the woods shrubs such as Wild Privet and Spindle can be found. More rare is Dark Red Helleborine.

Upper Wharfedale is an area from the Lower Carboniferous era and lies north-west of Burnsall. Its main features are the Great Scar Limestone which forms a base to the overlying Yoredale Beds, a metre deep strata of hard limestones, sandstones and shale.

These have been slightly tilted, toward the east. To the south-east of the area are the Millstone Grit laid down in the Upper Carboniferous era, and is covered by heather moorland, hard crags and tors.

Weathering of the Yoredale Beds has produced a stepped profile to the valley sides, consisting of a shelf of limestone, sometimes grassy but often displaying such karst features as limestone pavement, gorges and sinkholes.

During the last ice age, the local ice cap at the head of the Dales fed glaciers to produce the classic U-shaped profiles seen today.

Where the river valley changes course into Lower Wharfedale, the change of underlying rock can be seen in the darker stone in the field walls.

Due to the impermeable nature of the rock, blanket bogs and mires form, and drier areas have wet and dry heaths and acid grasslands.

Coarse sandstones in the area are known as Addingham Edge and Bramhope Grits. Glacial lakes once filled Lower Wharfedale and deposited sand and gravel.

There is a footbridge straddling the falls for viewing. The Strid Grid Reference: SE is a series of waterfalls and rapids associated with a deep underwater channel caused by the dramatic narrowing of the River Wharfe from approximately 30 ft 9 m wide just to the north of the start of the Strid, to the width of a long stride less than yd 91 m later.

Iron Age fields and hut circles can still be seen in outline on the hills above Grassington and Kettlewell. The local tribe of Brigantes were subdued by the Romans in AD These were overrun by Danes initially before they too settled to farming near Burnsall and Thorpe.

Vikings then settled the area in the 10th century, lending their language to some of the names of hamlets and landscape features of Upper Wharfedale, especially near the head of the valley.

After the Norman invasion, the lands were given to Robert Romilly. In medieval times low intensity methods were used to produce both crops and livestock but the great monasteries of Fountains, Rievaulx and Bolton Priory had large sheep flocks and sold their wool on the European market.

The monasteries helped develop vast sheep farms and the founding of drove roads, which can still be seen and walked today.

The success of the monasteries was also responsible for the growth of the market towns of Grassington and Kettlewell.

When the monasteries were dissolved in , and wool prices fell, many tenant farmers took to cattle and sheep rearing.

However, at the end of the 17th century there was still small-scale arable production. By the early nineteenth century there was a demand for food from the growing industrial towns and farmers and many farms began to produce milk from the lower lands and use the higher fells for sheep.

The river has had appearances in films. In , the town of Grassington was used as a filming location for Wuthering Heights.

During the s there had been an increase in the number of second home ownership, particularly in the Upper Wharfedale area. This had been partly due to subsidised Council Tax rates for a second property.

The Upper Wharfedale area has been traditionally associated with farming, but there has been a change in the numbers and types of employment.

Whilst there were declines in the number of people in this industry, farming accounted directly for 9. Lead mining was once the main industry in Wharfedale.

From the seventeenth century to the late nineteenth it employed hundreds of men and boys, exploiting the veins in the limestone at Greenhow, Hebden, Grassington, Linton and Conistone, Appletreewick and elsewhere.

The heaps of mining waste remain, contaminated with lead, and on which little will grow. The few plants that will are known as 'lead plants' such as spring sandwort and alpine penny-cress.

Tourism is big part of the rural economy in Wharfedale and there are many short, mid and long distance walks, with clear waymarkers.

There are also other outdoor activities such as rock climbing, most notably at Kilnsey Crag, and canoeing. Other activities include cycling, mountain biking, horse riding and caving.

I carried a very old 35 mm folding pocket camera with a billows that you had to set cock and shoot the entire time I was there.

Follow Troy Or Me! A nice thought, but the gowns she found were a little too long for anything but formal evening wear, according to our girls who were asked to be part of the bridal party.

The maid of honor wore a red silk version; the six Bridesmaids wore theirs in black satin. I obediently followed. Squirrel I teased as Sam and I watched with her.

It was a gown strikingly very similar in colour, cut, and material to the one worn by Ginny and me sister at a chums wedding years before and winningly worn several times hence I might add.

It is a pretty thing to behold my charming Ginny sporting it, and in its time, it has born witness to a few goings on that most ladies wearing a gown like that would never encounter…….

What we did may sound daft, but read and understand the circumstances, plus realize we all were pretty well lit up with drink.

I have enhanced certain aspects of the story, but not as much as on my first draft, for that one came out sounding more farfetched than it should have.

For indeed, truth can be stranger than fiction… and coincidences occur, both sweet and bitter….. At the reception my Ginny made a comment about the flimsy clasps on the rhinestone jewelry they were wearing.

But as I had watched her pull at an earring to emphasize how loose the sparkling jewel was, a seed was planted in my head about a subject I myself had always found fascinating, pickpocketing jewelry!

Much later that evening, found Brian, me sister, and I alone, and probably more than a little drunk always a precarious time with us.

As Sis and Brain chatted on about a topic I had lost interest in, I started to watch Ginny, who had been asked to dance by some twit with shifty eyes in a red silk shirt, open colored , who had rudely cut in on us.

I looked back at my sister, and her own show of jewelry, sparkling up nicely against a black satin backdrop. She looked at me, having to think back a bit about the question, As I said, we were more drunk than sober by then , placing a nicely ringed finger to her lips, while regrouping her thoughts.

Got it, she exclaimed proudly remembering what had triggered her memory, and started to explain. When she was a tyke of about 7, there was a show that she had seen on the tele that centered on this group of people trying to reform a thief.

Believing that he had turned a new leaf, they threw a fancy dance for him in honor of his new ways. During the dance, he cut in and danced with each of the three ladies who had been trying to teach him the errors of his ways.

From one he slipped off her long diamond earrings, from a second her diamond necklace was lifted away, but me sister was unsure what the scoundrel took from the third.

Sis thought that the earrings and necklaces that she and Ginny were wearing that evening, looked a lot like the ones from that show.

Cause I had been sitting on the couch with her, when as quite young children, we had first seen that episode. Suddenly, that day, I wanted nothing more in the world than to lift the pearls she was wearing.

I simmered over it for the rest of the program, getting to the point of actually laying my arm on the back of the couch, inching my fingers towards the clasp of her pearls laying there upon the back of her throat.

But then the show ended, and I got no closer to stealing anything more than a touch of a really soft old evening gown. After the show ended, I warily suggested we go back outside and play Robin Hood my sister has always been into his story.

That is when I had I had my epiphany, hitting me like a brick wall! Waiting till sis finished her story, I pointed out to Ginny, and asked the pair, If Ginny had been the third lady he had danced with, what jewelry do you think he would have lifted from her while dancing?

At this time the music ended, and Ginny swished back to rejoin us. When a slow song started up, I rose and asked Ginny to a dance.

Leading Ginny to the dance floor, we embraced, and danced to the pretty song, a slow one. Ginny was absolute pure heaven in my arms, and I found me self so entrapped that I never made an attempt upon her lovely rhinestone necklace.

I did not want to lose me quid on principle I swear , so as the dance ended I held onto Ginny, waiting. Soon a second song started, disappointedly a more fast paced one with a Latin beat.

I spun Ginny around onto the floor before she had time to catch a breath, we danced, like the song says:. And dance we did, hot, furious and fast.

A couple of times I spun Ginny around, and the poor girl already a bit tipsy, fell against me, giggling.

About the third time I spun her, she stopped, and dropped backside into me and began to do this sort of gyrating move, slithering up and down my front side, with her hands held high above her head, her longish ginger hair had fallen over one shoulder, exposing her necklace in all its fine brilliance.

As her warm, sweaty figure slipped up and down against mine, I watched the back of her throat, eyeing the necklace as it sparkled brilliantly in the dim lights.

She brought her hands down behind me back, crossing them behind me waist. My right hand went to the front of her waist, holding onto her squirming, satin slippery figure, pressing it tightly against me.

My left hand went up to her shoulder, gliding along the glossy slick fabric of her black satin gown, until I reached her necklace.

My right hand left her waist, and travelled nimbly, tingling, all the way up the front until my fingers grasped the dangling chain.

My left hand let go, and the necklace whisked down the front of her perking bosom, tightly covered by the glossy black satin bridesmaid gown.

The whole bit of thievery took me only a few chords of the music, but it seemed a lot longer in the process.

We finished out the song, me basking in the fact that my gyrating partner was innocently unaware that her shiny necklace was absent from around her throat, and now resided in her dance partners vest pocket.

We made our way back to the others, Brian had a smug look on his bearded face, I knew he was up to something. I nodded, taking him up on it. We finally left the reception after midnight and made our way along the ten city blocks back to the hotel where Ginny and my sister shared a joining room with Brian and meself.

Ginny walked calmly with us, unaware of the devils that were us, keeping pace beside her. As were making our way through a short cut in a wooded Provincial park, we stopped in a small isolated glen and circled around Ginny.

Sis was grinning as she asked poor unawares Ginny, So luv, whatever did happen to your necklace? She looked desperately around at us, then seeing the look on upon our faces, Ginny froze with the realization that we had all been up to something, and, then a smile of relief showed up on her pretty face, as I held up her necklace, sparkling in front of her eyes.

A sly look of understanding that we had been up to something crept into those dazzling green eyes , as she told us now to spill it out.

We explained the whole tale as sis helped Ginny place her necklace back on. And shame on us for having her believe it was that poor blighter in the red shirt.

She just smiled, a curious gleam creeping up into those witchy green eyes of hers. The girls stayed in dress and I happily soaked up the pretty picture the pair of admirably attractive girls presented with their long sheets of straight hair just hanging down, their diamonds sparkling and all other assorted frills enticing.

About two hours later found Brian and myself sitting on the couch in kind of a hazy stupor while holding onto our beers. Ginny and my sister were standing directly in front of us, holding beers of their own and giggling over some girlish nonsense, the swaying of their long glossy black satin gowns slowly putting me to sleep.

Brain, draining a beer, got up to get another, bumping against my sister and playfully grabbing a handful. Half asleep I reached over and lifted it up.

Looking up at the girls I saw that neither was paying no never mind towards me. Ginny, however, laid a hand on my twins shoulder, drawing her close so she could whisper some girlish secret about Brian.

I continued on, and was able to undo the brooch, and slip it carefully off without notice. I slipped her jewel into my pocket; until I could think of what it was I was going to do with it to tease me twin sister.

Brian stopped on the way back and reset the music, a slow song. Sis went to him, and the pair started dancing. I rose and taking Ginny by the hand, followed suit, leading her to the bit of a dance floor we had cleared.

She was again, pure heaven in my arms as my hands slipped liberally up and down her smooth, slinky gowned figure. Ginny smiled, I knew that smile, and realized that something was going on behind her pretty green eyes.

She flicked back her sheet of ginger hair, and leaned against me. I saw you, she whispered, her voice putting a tickle in my ear.

Saw me I asked, not getting it. You see that one over there, in the black dancing with the bearded gent? As we continued dancing my eyes watched Brian and me sister, taking careful inventory of all her sparkling jewelry.

Sis turned, and caught my eyes looking her over, she blushed, and not knowing what was really going through my mind, smiled at me.

As I smiled back, my eyes drinking her fetchingly attired figure up, I was imagining that all of her ample collection of rhinestones so prettily positioned on her figure, were real diamonds.

And that I was an actual thief after her lovely sparklers. You have a deal miss, I whispered, making my voice deep and throaty, as I imagined meself as Humphrey Bogart type character in some shadowy film noir movie.

The song ended and a second, even slower one began playing. I bided my time, appearing to look into my twins half opened eyes she was really lit by this time, as we all were , my mind was working overtime on how to best approach my objective.

As she fawned over my words of not false praise, I subtly lifted up the chain of her necklace, holding her ever so her tightly around the waist.

I held it hanging behind her back for a few turns, still pouring out the compliments, until I pocketed it, letting it join her purloined brooch.

Meanwhile, Brian had left Ginny to go to the loo, and I saw Ginny, who had been watching all of it, give me a wink.

Then she turned and stole out the apartment door, her longish slinking gown slipping through behind her as she closed the door.

I made ready to make some excuse to break away from my sister and head after her with my loot. One of her longish rhinestone earrings just hung there sparkling, mocking me to touch it, and like Gingers diamonds, was ripe for the picking.

With the prize within my grasp, I momentarily forgot about the departing Ginny, and I made my move. I found meself trembling a bit, as I reached up and placed my hands gently alongside her ear, her eyes still shut, my victim smiled.

The rest of the maneuver was surprisingly easy, as I glided my fingers down and slipped it off the earring in one effortless motion.

The sparkling beauty came away from her sweaty ear as smoothly as an ice cube moves along a steaming hot grill I actually did have a thought like that.

I held it in one fist for a bit, watching my victim, she had not felt so much as a tickle on her earlobe, as I had taken her earring. Relishing in my success, I looked at it dangling and shimmering in my hand behind her back.

Then I secured her diamond away. I thought about trying for the other, but thought better of it, knowing Ginny was just waiting on the other side of the door.

I finished out the dance, taking my sisters hand with its dazzling bracelet and rings, and admired them while I kissed it.

Nice doing business with you I said, bemused as I watched the puzzlement creep into her eyes. That is how I left her. However it was my turn to look puzzled as I went out, Ginny was nowhere to be seen.

I quickly looked around, then headed to the elevator and rode down in it, alone at this early morning hour, to the lobby.

I arrived there, and at first the lobby appeared deserted, cept for a lonely desk clerk with her head buried in a novel.

Then breathed a sigh of relief, there, around a corner, Ginny stood talking to some older lady wearing a garish grey pant suit, with this blue tinted helmet of curly hair covered by a large silk head scarf, and carrying an overlarge purse.

I suddenly realized that now my anxiety had gone, another urge had taken its place. Ginny looked up, and smiles happily at me, and I smiled back, indicated that I had to go for a minute, and headed meself to the loo.

Coming out after I finished, I saw that the lobby was actually now really empty, not even the desk clerk was visible.

Thinking Ginny may have gone back upstairs, I first went to the hotels double doors to chance a look outside onto the street below.

I just caught sight of a wisp of black gown moving just out of sight past the stairs, on the now smoggy sidewalk below. I headed out, and there was Ginny walking with the Blue haired stranger, they appeared to be looking for something.

I started wondering if Ginny had invited this stranger to go on out walk with us? But no, apparently the blue haired lady in the unfortunate grey pantsuit had discovered her keys were missing, and thought they had dropped somewhere after getting out of a taxi just around the corner.

And Ginny, bless her kind heated soul, had offered to help the distressed lady look for them. As Ginny was telling me all this after I had caught up, the blue haired older lady , her cheerful face now stern, had started rummaging in her large shoulder bag, I sneaked a peek over her shoulder and saw that is contained quite an amazing assortment of items , no wonder it had to be so big.

Suddenly she uttered an exclamation, found them she said, triumphantly pulling out an interesting assortment of skeleton type keys on a small ring.

Happily smiling at Ginny, she pulled her into an enveloping hug for her efforts, before quickly leaving, but not without first giving me a sidelong glance with a disapproving look from her now pursed—lipped mouth as she passed.

But I at the time put it down as her just being stressed out from believing she had misplaced her keys. I am so glad she found her keys remarked Ginny, taking up me hand.

That lady was ever so nice, she wanted to know where I had been dressed up all pretty like I am, and when I told her about the wedding, she said it must have been lovely.

Then she admired me dress, and rhinestones. Then asked if me ruby ring was a gift from the bride. Liked your ring huh, I asked Ginny, my mind clearing up a little.

Oh yes she said, lifted my hand, looked at it an everything! Then the poor dear missed her keys, and asked if I could be a dear and help her look outside, and that was that until you showed up.

Looking outside for keys at in the morning? I thought to myself As I said ti Ginny, it is a pretty ring, and taking her arm, we started down the block together.

My mind, now somewhat attuned to the reality of things, went back to the blue haired lady and her large shoulder bag. Among some of various items I had seen had been a penknife, a length of old silk sash cord, small bundle of lacy handkerchiefs, and a small torch!

As we walked, I said nothing in reply to the happily chirping, richly attired girl walking beside me , as for the first time, and not the last, I wondered if something had been afoot with the Blue Haired, pursed mouthed lady that Ginny had seen as a kind older lady needed help, like the bird with a broken wing she had tried to help a few days past a blue jay!

Surreptitiously, I carefully checked over Ginny from head to heeled toes as we walked, to make sure nothing was amiss.

Her rhinestones were still safely all in their place, but I did not see the ruby ring, and me heart went still, and chills prickled down my spine!

I swore under my breath, that pucker faced tart walked away with it. Ginny, I said, a little choked, she swirled facing me, her green eyes questioning, as she raised her hand to her perked breasts, and there it was, the small, but rather pricey, ruby ring she so loved wearing, the glittery darling had turned around on her finger so it was hidden from my view.

I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, I just wanted to say how lovely you looked this evening my lass, I said saving myself. She smiled winningly, giving me a deep hug for my words.

We walked on, as my beating heart slowed down, I convinced myself that maybe the incident of lost keys had all been harmless, and I was just being a worry-wort.

I apologized silently for what I had called the fashion challenged blue haired lady in my mind. But I was still beginning to feel like ever a fool to have let Ginny, handsomely decked out as she was, out of my sight at this early hour of the morning.

I opened my mind and let all such thoughts flee my head, for the world was now ours, as we made our journey together, hand in hand.

We ended up making a very long stroll in the Provincial Park, and reentering the same isolated, secret glen we had been in earlier, proceeded to continue acting out the role playing game we had started at the apartment.

Ginny went to the middle of the clearing to wait, pretending she was smoking, like a moll from a gangster movie. I circled and watched her sparkling figure, black in the glens shadows, move about a bit.

And as I did, my thoughts wondered a bit, and I remember reflecting not for the first time how in the older black n whites, the heroine, or villainous, is always wearing gowns, elegant long gloves, and jeweled to the sparkling hilt.

Then she walks alone to and then waits in some dark alley or other desolate spot for her contact, or hero to show up, much like Ginny was acting out now.

So how is it that those fancy dressed and well jeweled unescorted dames, always manage to get to those spots, and are able to wait around in them alone, in those movies, and nary ever meet a ruffian who strips them of those pricy looking sparklers they are flaunting about?

Just saying! Saying a brief prayer that my thoughts were not tempting a fate of that type to occur to us now that I had been thinking it, I came out of the shadows and approached Ginny.

Keeping my left hand in my pocket like I was carrying a heater. Hey sister, I said, been waiting long? No, she whispered, did you get the goods. We then made our way back home, as the cock crows, receiving a few odd looks from the occasional early morning lorry drivers.

And above all, I still remember feeling pretty bloody cocky as Ginny and I had sauntered our way to the park. And why not, I ask? Tis story may be unique in its nature, but if not we would love to hear about it.

Uses both of her hands to hold up Daddy's big bull sized balls, holding and massaging them in her hands as she slurps up the loose saliva at the tip of Daddy's brown cockhead, before pushing her mouth back down around this thick head, pushing her lips down his length as she looks up at him working out, searching for approval.

Her neck visibly stretching and swelling as his big black cock fills her throat. So with plenty of time on my hands indoors, I decided to set myself a little challenge, to document my family in as simple a way as possible.

I would shoot only in camera JPEG and use the in camera black and white profile. In post process, all I did was some simple crop and rotation corrections.

Im sure I have one leg bigger than the other - always seem to be wonky! I really like the set of images and I might make a little book out of them.

I think it captures our moods quite well. Happy one moment, and bored and sad the next. Kinda glad we can venture out a bit more these days; even if we aren't completely out of the woods yet.

The freedom feels amazing! For those of you who don't know us, let me introduce myself and the star of my project: my little prince Arthur.

In advance, this is going to be quite a post because I will explain what happened to him in the last four months. My name is Lorena and I'll be turning 23 at the end of January.

I am a Veterinary Medicine student and in March I'll be starting my fourth semester of college.

We live in Recife, Pernambuco, Brazil. Arthur is was - I'll explain that at the end of this post a six years old English Cocker Spaniel, adopted on Nov 7th, His favorites things in the world, you may ask?

He likes to sleep, to go out for a long walk, here we put sleep again, he truly enjoys swim in the ocean and roll in the sand after, but hates bathtime, sleep one more time and naps.

I believe he spends 20 hours a day between heavy sleeps and little naps. When we get home from a walk, at the door I have to give him his leash so he can carry it back to our room and take care of it, as well as my shoes and his girlfriend, Lilica, a green, long and stuffed frog that doesn't look like a frog at all.

He is very jealous of his "toys". Speeking of toys, he doesn't like any. He is a very sweet dog with adults, but let's just say that he doesn't have the patience to deal with kids and other animals.

I really hope we can make you smile once or twice We're looking foward to know you guys more and see amazing pictures of your dogs too!

And now, let me walk you through Arthur's health problems and everything that's happened in the last four months. I'll skip a lot of details, otherwise I would spend the rest of the month writing Since September I realized he was quieter - as I said before, he really likes to sleep, only this time was different, he was isolating not to sleep, but as if he didn't want company.

Wasn't as happy as he used to be when I came home, didn't wanted to go for a walk as he used to In late September he started having fever and diarrhea.

It was treated and a week later he was okay. Playing, walking, everything as it was before without symptoms. On October 30th, out of nowhere, I woke up to see him vomiting, defecating and urinating blood.

Of course the professional side went into space and despair overwhelmed me. I took him to the nearest veterinary while I could not talk to Diego in a moment and she just looked at him and said he was with Distemper.

The test came back negative. She didn't even put him on a drip is that how you say it? Saline solution maybe? All we passed - over 15 - missed ugly in small things, and I changed 'cause I was afraid that they missed bigger things.

So I always thought I'd found myself handcuffed, without having a veterinarian of my trust to take him if he needed one day.

But the best friend college could ever give me was Diego, who since the beginning became my best friend. Fortunately he has experience in the area for over a dozen years, with the pet shop and the dog kennel.

He's not yet veterinarian, however, we went to intership together and I could see him working. And that's what I did.

When we got to Diego's Arthur was medicated and we managed to control the bleeding, which was our biggest fear at the moment.

We did a quick test and confirm that he was ehrlichia one of the diseases transmitted by ticks , even with the medications on time.

As the pet shop is under his house and even though it isn't a clinic there he had everything that Arthur could possible need, so we "hospitalized" him there and I was also staying, because no on could make me stay away from Arthur.

At that time, his blood tests showed that platelets, which at normal levels must be above ,, were at levels lower than 20,, due to ehrlichia.

The entire length of the chest and his belly everything, from the top to the bottom were black and here I use the word black in the purest sense, because it was really all black due to bleeding.

We started the standard treatment for ehrlichia and many vitamins and medications to the liver, which was changed. On the fourth day he began to improve and on the seventh returned home because he was "well".

Blood tests were also improving. On November 7, his birthday, we were at home. He was weak, but had gone back to eating and walking and was apparently recovering.

Two days after his birthday I began to realize that when I called him, he looked at the other side, walked hitting the walls he was always very clumsy and often bump into things, but not like he was doing at that time.

On the night of nov 11th he fell on the floor and could not get up. I spent the whole night of the 12th next to Arthur. He could not move, did not even look at me when called.

His breathing only got more and more difficult as the time passed. I'll tell you something: I only saw two dogs pass away I don't think I'll ever get used to it , but from what I was seeing, I was pretty sure I was going to lose him.

Thanks God I was wrong. When morning came, we went back to Diego's house, for 22 more days of hospitalization.

This time he was almost in a vegetative state. Blood tests showed that his liver rates were seven times higher than the maximum allowed, and other changes in the kidney and part of the blood count.

Then started our dilemma: if we continued with the treatment of ehrlichia, we would damage the liver even more even continuing with the medications that we were already giving and if we stopped with the treatment, ehrlichia could return much worse.

In the first six days treating just the liver he was getting better in tests, but not in the physical. I could put him up to his feet and with great difficulty he walked to pee and poo but I had to hold him or he would fall and kept going in circles without any balance.

He couldn't see or even bark or make any noise. In the meantime we did not know what else to do and took him to five doctors who just couldn't find out what else he had.

They suspected for leptospirosis, liver cancer, Wilson's disease, a change in the bone marrow, heart disease There were so many suspicions, I can't even remember them all.

After several exams we discard all but the liver cancer and bone marrow which explained all the symptoms.

We should do liver biopsy and marrow puncture but in no way he could handle the anesthesia, and when we needed another option.

For other blood test we eliminated any problem with the marrow and the ultrasound eliminated liver cancer, fortunately, and we went back to square one.

We found out that his liver as we suspected from the beginning and spleen were enlarged and had an injury to the kidney.

And we spent a few more days without knowing exactly what to do since we still didn't know what he had. Several doctors started to talk to me about euthanasia because we weren't healing him, only keeping him stable.

But I couldn't even think about it. I wouldn't. Especially not knowing what was wrong, not knowing if we could save him, if he even had a chance.

On November 19th I took him to a doctor who I had heard wonders about, but whose clinic has no good reputation at all.

Only I had no options, so I took to him anyway. He asked for some tests and I said I had done all he could think of and showed the results.

At the end he reminded me of Dr. After much analysis, we were excluding possible diseases and we were left with only one alternative: a stroke.

And then all the pieces began to come together. Absolutely everything was explained. The only possibility was the drug treatment, because we do not have this type of surgery here.

Well, somewhere in Brazil must, but I imagine I can't afford it, so I threw all my hopes on corticosteroids.

The doctor gave a maximum of ten days to see an outcome, at least one reaction, otherwise his chances would just get smaller and could not continue the medicine for a long time.

Arthur was just skin and bone. He usually weighs almost 14 - 14,kg and reached weighing 8,kg. On the fourth day already I started to get nervous, because he was exactly the same and fear only increased.

In the sixth, he woke me up trying to bark. In the following days, the improvements were appearing.

He could sit. He walked stagger, but walked Three days later he started walking with his head lying totally to the right side. I thought "passing sequel to the CVA, the doctor had warned me.

It will pass. We took him to the doctor again and he did not know the cause. It was unlikely that the old stroke had left those consequences, especially after that time.

We began to think of a new stroke but discarded after other procedure, thank God again. Between the first and second, he had lost control of faeces and two days later, of urine.

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