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  Wednesday is here and that means the penultimate chapter of Mistress LeatherBeth's awesome story The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion.

  It also means to usual collection of bits and bob, videos and photos, but I will let you find all of those for yourselves.

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The Spy Who Came into the Pavilion

By Mistress LeatherBeth

Chapter 9

George and Kerry glanced at each other as Olga got herself organised, switching on the laptop before shuffling through the documents in the folder. The screen flickered and an attractive fair haired female face appeared. She exchanged a few words in Russian with Olga, who then introduced her as Tatiana Alexandrovna Groncharkova, Junior Counsel of the Fifth Directorate of the FSB.

“I believe that we may save a great deal of time if you just study this document,” said Tatiana, as Olga passed it across.

George took it and he and Kerry read it in growing disbelief.

“Erm, Olga…,”

“Dmitrovna,” prompted Kerry under his breath.

“…Dmitrovna,” said George, “I don’t quite understand. This document seems to imply that the FSB will be taking no action to prevent the deal which Cooper Amalgamated is proposing.”

“On the contrary,” said Olga, “if the Second Directorate had any knowledge of what you had in mind, they would move with Extreme Prejudice. They do not, however, have any such knowledge. You are fortunate that intelligence of your intentions fell into the hands of the Fifth, which is, for all practical purposes, Tatiana Alexandrovna and myself.”

“But surely,” interrupted George, “you informed them and the Kremlin immediately.”

“Now, why on earth should we do such a thing? Oh! You’ve been assuming that we owe unfailing loyalty to Vladimir Vladimirovich? Really, George, for someone as astute as yourself, I’d have expected a little more nuanced understanding of Russian politics. No, I think it is safe to say that Tatiana Alexandrovna and myself allowed our membership of the Putin Fan Club to lapse many years ago”

“Let me get this straight,” said Kerry. “In return for a ‘non interference fee’ payable to you two ladies, Cooper Amalgamated will be allowed to proceed with its plans?”

“My dear Kerry,” said Olga, “your actual plans are brilliant. Your contract wording is a masterpiece of, er, what is the English word, obfuscation. Your money laundering structure is a joy to behold. You are so close to achieving perfection that we feel minded to allow you to proceed. For a consideration.”

“Ah, yes, your fee. A little matter of Two Hundred and Fifty Million US dollars.”

“You will see from document F that we are not unskilled in the laundry ourselves.”

“What do you reckon, Mr. C? Given that this morning we thought we were taking on the might of Russian intelligence, we now seem to be looking at a painless Eight Hundred Million dollars. These two ladies are taking at least as big a risk as we are, so their discretion is assured. By the way, isn’t the tea interval due to finish in a minute or two?”

“Don’t worry about that,” said George, “I had a word with Matt Crawford earlier. He won’t ring the bell until we’re ready. After all, light isn’t going to be a problem.”

Kat got the team together once they’d all grabbed their sandwiches and cups of tea.

Her talk stressed concentration and avoiding complacency. She reminded them to be ready to help JoJo by backing up in case of overthrows. She suspected that Derrington might even benefit from the lack of Chris Mills’ odious personality. Neil Carter and Rufus to open the bowling, hopefully bring on Will and Budgie for their first spells around the twelfth over.

George and Kerry still had a few more questions but, after Tatiana had explained the protocols for the cloud based contract exchange, verification and registration system procedures which they were using in conjunction with numerous banks (at least two of which weren’t Swiss), with fully guaranteed dual option part payment tranches, George committed Cooper Amalgamated to the deal. As Kerry had said that morning, by the end of the summer, the buyers whom George had lined up to pay handsomely for the rights, licenses, etc. which had just come into Cooper Amalgamated’s possession, would have made close to a billion dollars for Hamilton Associates, a wholly owned subsidiary Belinda Llc., a Cayman based company which was itself a subsidiary of a Jersey based shell company named Magdelena Enterprises, which was 100% owned by a partnership registered in the Bahamas… But you get the picture.

George went to the Committee room door, opened it and nodded to Matt Crawford, who immediately went to the front of the Pavilion and rang the bell for the end of the tea interval. George donned his white coat and straw hat and made to take his place beside Matt.

As Olga tidied up after their successful deliberations, Kerry said, “I assume you and Tatiana Alexandrovna will be keeping a low profile and heading straight off to a remote island immediately when you leave here.”

“My dear Kerry, not in the least. For one thing, we have a very busy work schedule lined up. For example, we are just going into post production for a new blockbuster, ‘Славянские мальчики-рабы’, ‘Slavic Slaveboys’, and now would be the worst possible time to draw attention to ourselves. Our own laundry will not be able to make a start on dealing with the first instalment of our fee, the initial Five Million, until it is processed by your bank on Monday morning, let alone the rest of it. Until absolutely all of our arrangements are in place, our safest location is at our desks in Moscow. After all, we have the total trust of Vladimir Vladimirovich. In a few months time it may be noticed that we have both taken leave at the same time, which may raise an eyebrow, but nothing more will be made of our absence for several weeks. But by then we will be who knows where, travelling on who knows which passports.”

Kerry, by now somewhat slack jawed, simply smiled. Shaking the Colonel’s hand he said, “Olga Dmitrovna, I wish you and Tatiana Alexandrovna every good fortune.” “And I, you,” she replied. “Give our best wishes to Belinda and Lady Magdelena. And Kerry, my dear, I hope you get laid very soon. Oh, don’t look so surprised. After all, I am a spy.” 

Izzy perused the paperwork George had handed to her just inside the Pavilion door. Her eyebrows rose and it was possible to imagine her counting the number of zeros quoted. “George, have I told you recently that you are a truly superb businessman? I think this deserves some form of celebration. I shall be in the garage later.”

“The pit? Oh, yeth, Mithtreth,” breathed Belinda.

“Very well,” said Magdalena, “you have a second innings to umpire, after which you may join the team for a drink, but if you are not back at The Grange by ten thirty, it will go badly for you.” She then strode inside.

“Yeth, Mithtreth,” whispered Belinda, before setting the alarm on his phone for ten thirty five, his face one huge smile.

Kat seemed to have been right. If the spring in the steps of the Derrington openers, Lee Baxter and Phil Webster were anything to go by, as they jogged down the Pavilion steps, Chris Mills’ decampment had indeed lifted a weight from their shoulders.

Neil took the first over and was almost successful immediately. His first delivery was too good for Lee. It pitched on off and moved away but failed to find the edge. The ball thudded into Jojo’s gloves, and he immediately adjusted his stance several steps backwards. Neil was deceptively swift.

However, the first wicket was not long in coming. The second ball of Neil’s second over was slightly overpitched. Phil’s big stride down the pitch, however, turned it into a yorker, with all three stumps cartwheeling, and caused Kat, at first slip, to take evasive action to avoid a flying bail up the left nostril.

“Great ball! Get in there!” shouted Jane. Mayfield was only able to keep a straight face for a couple of seconds before he and Jane both burst into laughter.

Webster b Carter 3 (6/1)

The next Derrington batsman, Tom Manship, had just emerged through the Pavilion door and was at the top of the steps when there was a loud car engine noise followed by a screech of brakes down the side of the Pavilion. The car door opened and a figure leapt out, padded and carrying a bat. “Tom! Get back inside! I’m in next,” he bellowed. And with that blunt statement Chris Mills announced his return to the fray.

To be concluded next week

Here is an unashamed favourite and fave of the blog Cherly Baker of Bucks Fizz, squeezed into vinyl, for the tv show razzamatazz, back in the 80s

And now something I would love love love to try. I adore Vacbeds and have been put in one on a few occations, but a vac Sac is something i would love to try. This just gives me the impression of what a sissy such as Andy has to go through when being transported without paperwork.

And what would Wednesday be without Andy putting on  a show

and finally four images which have tingled my imagination, 

She reminds me of a dear dear friend/Love

and she reminds me of another

 

I really adore this

 

More sissy packaging