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    Along with doing my own "normal" freelance work,  I am still rebuilding my software and as a result am falling behind on everything else, including my reading of various stories and Emails. My sincere apologies to everyone, but right now it is getting a bit overwhelming. Not that I can't concentrate on more than one thing at a time, after all I am writing this whilst watching only connect and that ain't no lightweight quiz.

  Anyways, welcome to the Wednesday round up and as promised, we get to read Skinnie's story, plus re-live the original art work for both.

 We also have a special hello to a blog friend, plus a really super offering from another friend and finally something of my own discovering.

So here we start with Skinnie's wonderful version of "One Kiss" and I included both images from which Skinnie drew inspiration.

What If

by

Skinnie Stallion

The driveway up to Fullerton Towers looked  daunting.  The gravel ground beneath his feet as Will took his first steps with trepidation.   At the first crunch, Will saw a security camera swivel and focus on him.   Sound activated, he thought.  People always said Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones was a sophisticated woman.  She clearly valued her privacy and her safety.   He wondered what treasures she might be hiding in her mansion.   He was being watched.  But by whom?  Was the system just recording or was a guard watching in a control room.  

So what if he was being watched or monitored?    He had more to think about.  This was silly.   He was sure it had been Andy.   He thought it was Andy.  It had to be Andy.  Who could it be if it wasn’t Andy.  He hadn’t answered his mobile.  His WhatsApps didn’t even show as read.  He wasn’t at his parents’ house.  They’d said he was out.  “Probably at  Jane’s,” his mother had said.  (‘Jane?  Not Lady Jane?  Just Jane?’ Will had mused.)    “He’s always at Jane’s,” Andy’s mother had laughed.    “I’m sure he’ll be there. She’s such a tonic for him,” and raised one eyebrow somewhat wryly to him.   “You look anxious Will.  Do you need to see him?”

That was thirty minutes ago.  It hadn’t taken long to walk to the outskirts of town to where some of the old country estates started with their surrounding villages.  He hadn’t needed directions.  But it was going to take another three minutes just to get up the drive.  And now he was here. Was it such a good idea to have come?  What did he hope to achieve?   He’d better compose himself and think what he was going to say.   Will cursed beneath his breath.   Why had he come here and not thought about that?  Was it just impulse?  What was driving him?   He had to have something to say.   The more he thought about it the madder it seemed.   He thought he’d seen Andy in the shop.  So what?   What if it was?  It had nothing to do with him.   But the person had been crying.   Crying real tears.  And that had only started after they’d seen Will looking at them.   Will had scuttled away but had watched their reflection in the freezer cabinets as Lady Jane had tried to comfort them.  He was sure he heard her say “Andrew”.   It had to be Andy.  And hadn’t Lady Jane noticed Will’s own reflection too and returned his gaze while she talked to what he had initially taken to be a pretty girl?    So what was he going to say?

Another few steps, and unbeknownst to Will, a second camera pivoted in the laurel bushes and picked him up.    Will didn’t notice.  He was focused on the mansion ahead.   His course was tracked all the way up the drive past the manicured flower beds and bushes and round the low walled circle of grass where a croquet pitch had been laid out.   A silver BMW i8 Coupé was parked in front of the house - of course a Tesla was never going to be good enough for Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones.

Up in her study, there was a soft buzz.  Jane stopped reading “The Economist” and looked up at the multi-screen mounted high in the corner.    So, he had come after all.  She’d hoped he would but he’d taken his time.   “Andrew, when you’ve finished dusting the dining room, can you set out the tea things in lounge, please?”  Jane called down.   “An extra place, too.  I think we may have a visitor.” 

“Yes, Auntie,” Andy called back.  He was tidying the little flower arrangement on the table.  “I’ve just got a bit more dusting to do here.”  Flower arranging was so calming.   He’d done the ones in the hall and the library.  This one was so simple, and it wouldn’t be there for long.   He knew what would be occupying centre space on the table later that evening.  He was feeling a lot better now he was back into his Saturday afternoon routine.  When they’d got home, Auntie had got him out of those jeans which seemed to have caused such a stir at the supermarket and popped him in a relaxing bath with a fragrant Lush bomb.  His mascara streaks were washed away.  She’d towelled him down and oiled him before helping him into his maid’s dress.   She’d swapped his little stud earrings for nice gold hoops, and then it was make-up time again and what Jane described as the final finishing touches before he started on his chores: she fastened a little embossed choker titanium round his neck with a tag hanging from a little D-ring to cover his Adam’s apple.  They’d only been back two hours but he was already feeling calmer.   He’d been so silly to worry.   Crying in the supermarket.  Really!  Only girls cry.  And it had messed up his make-up too.   

Andy hummed to himself as he finished with the blooms.    Doing his household duties kept him occupied while Jane was catching up on her reading.   He felt the evening’s dessert warming too which made him even more comfortable.   An extra place for tea?  Jenevieve had probably arrived early.  Maybe she wanted to change and get in the mood for the evening ahead.  But tea!  This was too early.  Jane would not be happy to be disturbed.  Andy was sure Jenevieve would have to pay in some way later, although maybe that was what she wanted.  

“OK, darling,” Jane called again as she rose from her chair.   She checked the mirror.  She flicked her fringe slightly and had a final glance up at the multi-screen.   The blonde boy looked nervous. He was fidgeting and still hadn’t pulled the bell chain.  He was trying to arrange his hair.  It was delightfully tousled and almost slightly bouffant.  She briefly wondered whether she could take him to her hairdresser.  He had such a nice face.  She stopped herself.  She mustn’t be selfish.   She knew where her priority lay.  He might be pretty but was he right for Andrew?  She had to be sure. At least he’d come.  She moved gracefully on her 5” Loubous towards the stairs, her leather pants squeaking sweetly with each step.

  

Will shook himself.  This was silly.    He’d come this far.   She could only say ‘No’ or ‘Andy isn’t here’.   He pulled down the brass handle.  Inside he heard faintly the clang of a bell.   She might have hi-tech security but no electronic bell or buzzer for Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones.  He almost wondered if the door was going to be opened by a butler.   He was surprised to find the door open almost immediately.  It was if he was expected.  He was even more surprised to see that the door was being opened by Lady Jane herself.   But not Lady Jane as she’d looked in the supermarket.   Will gulped.   

She might be rather mature in years but this afternoon she looked fantastic.    He’d always thought her an attractive lady, and she’d been a notable figure around town for a while, attracting admiring glances wherever she went, mostly from older men admittedly, but this was something else. 
  As the door opened wider, the silver haired lady in awesome tight black leather pants spoke first. “I’d been wondering whether you’d come,” she said with confident assurance.  “You must be William.” 

“Er, yes.   How did you know?”

“Oh, I know young man.   Let’s just say someone’s been worrying about you.”

“Worrying about me!?   Why, me?  And who?  Who’s worrying?”

“Oh, I think you know, William.  Why don’t you come in and say hello?   I’m sure that someone will be pleased to see you.”

Will overcame his fears and stepped inside.  This really was madness.  

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"Don't worry.   Don't worry.   It's OK.  No-one saw you.   No-one noticed."

“But ….”

“Well, I mean everyone noticed.  It was hard not to.   But no-one knew.   You were just a pretty girl out with Lady Jane.”

“But ….”

“People were concerned.”

“Why?” queried Andy.

“They saw you crying.”

“But I was just worrying.”

“Why?   What was there to worry about?”

“I thought people had seen me.”

“Of course people had seen you!  Everyone had seen you.  It’s not every day you see a stunning girl in tight shiny jeans and a crop top.  People were nudging each other and pointing you out.  I even heard someone say, ‘You have to see the girl in Aisle 3.  She looks amazing.’”

“Oh no!”

“But Andy, that’s a compliment.”

“So people were looking at me.”

“Well, yes.”

“And they were telling people about me.”

“Er, yes.”   Will grew concerned.  Andy still hadn’t managed to look at him since he’d come in.  He’d turned away ever since Lady Jane had taken Will to the room where Andy was working.   Andy had turned his back and had been fumbling with the choker round his neck all the time they’d been talking.

Jane watched from the doorway in silence, quietly observing the two of them.  They’d been blathering away like this for the last ten minutes.  They’d been going round in circles.  All the time Andy had kept his back turned on Will.   At first Will had seemed fazed at seeing a maid in the dining room.   Jane guessed he’d been expecting to see Andy still in his jeans.  But instead there was a pretty maid.   A maid wearing latex.   Well, Jane had wanted Will to see Andy as his true self.   But her poor dear nephew, still hadn’t summoned the courage to face his friend.   All the time he’d been scrabbling at his neck as Will got closer and closer.   As Will finally touched his arm to give him what started as a gentle pat of reassurance but quickly become a soft, lingering caress, Jane realised that Andy had managed to remove the tag from his collar.  He clearly didn’t want Will reading ‘SISSY MAID’ enamelled on the silver, nor the plainer back which was simply engraved ‘Property of Lady Jane’.   But he was being silly, as ever.  His big hoop earrings might take just as much explaining and he’d probably forgotten his gunmetal collar was embossed all the round with the ‘SISSY BOY’ motif.  She had to hand it to BOY: their clothing, jewellery and device designs were very special.

“But Will ….”

“But Andy  ….”

“But Will …..”

“Enough!” interjected Jane sternly.   “You two!   Just stop yattering like two lovebirds.”  Both Andy and Will looked startled.  “Andrew!  Look at me.”  Andy turned to face her.   “Will has been here or at least ten minutes and you haven’t even had the courtesy even to look at him.”

“Sorry, Auntie.”   

“Don’t say sorry to me.  Say it to William.”  

Andy turned shamefacedly towards his friend.  “Sorry Will.  I’m so sorry.”  Tears started to well in his eyes.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.  Please don’t cry.  I can’t bear to see you cry,” said Will.

“But you’ve seen me.   You saw me,” pleaded Andy his face now upturned and staring into Will’s eyes.

“Yes, I saw you.  I’m seeing you know.”  Will reached out and held Andy by his upper arms.  His arms gripping the soft shiny latex but he was focused on the person beneath.  His friend.  His beautiful friend.

“But I’m dressed.  Dressed like this.”

“Yes.”

“But I’m dressed ….”

“Yes, Andrew, we can see you’re dressed,” said a sarcastic Jane.  “In fact I’m sure William is glad that you are.  Imagine how embarrassing it would be if you weren’t.   If you mean, you’re dressed as a maid.   Yes, you are.   And a pretty one too, if I may say so.  Wouldn’t you agree, William?”

“Er, yes.   Very pretty,” mumbled Will.

“You’re dressed as my maid.   My lovely latex maid.  In fact, my lovely, latex sissy maid.   You’ve been my sissy maid for several years now, haven’t you Andy?”

“Yes, Aunt Jane.”   Will was charmed by the subservient tone Andy adopted when speaking to his Aunt.

“Does that concern you William?” queried Jane.

“Er, no,” mumbled Will again.

“Then I suggest you two stop bickering and we all sit down and have a nice cup of tea.  Shall we go next door to the lounge?  Come on you two.”  Jane beckoned them to follow and as she turned from the doorway asked, “Do you like cherries, William?  Cherries with cream?  Or do you prefer them with chocolate sauce?”

Andy blushed.  Will thought it has the prettiest blush he had ever seen.

Awwwww that was so sweet. Thank you S XXX

                                                                                              

                                                                                                   

   Now a quick moment to wish our friend PS a belated happy Birthday for the 20th

Happy Birthday XX . However this is not just a birthday greeting, but also It gives me a chance to share this rather lovely dress PS thinks would look good on Andy. I happen to agree, so stay tuned and we will see what happens.

Now a lovely donation from our friend Latexo Sev. It features beautiful Spanish reporter and TV presenter Pilar Rubio in a pair of stunning vinyl/Latex pants on a challenge TV show.

These pants are just so perfect and the colour is so sexy. I really am so very grateful to Latexo Sev for sending me these pics and links. 

   So what do you think? Latexo says Latex, I say PVC/Vinyl

and lastly. A superbly funny little clip, to which all us vinyl lovers and wearers will relate.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JJAqMVEivc

XXXX

Andy