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 Welcome to our quick but sweet Wednesday round up, featuring some of our blog Faves.

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Blog legend Amanda Holden, 51, yesterday tweeted.

"On Tuesdays we wear Black".

 Gotta say that is one beautiful pair of boots.

Now the final part of Mandy Sweet Hearts super little story, featuring our twin heroine Andy and Aunt Jane. 

Hello!

The missing chapters. Part Four.

By 

Mandy Sweet Heart.

Chapter Three.

   When it appeared that his aunt was free of the sisterhood, he thought that the sights around him should change, or maybe that he should wake up, but as she lowered her arms, they remained in the old dilapidated workshop. Realising how nothing had change, he softly said. “We should find something for you to wear, and I think I know where to look.”

Not wanting to disturb any of those he had just sedated, he cautiously strolled to the door, peered into the street, and when he could see no one, he waved at his aunt to come closer. Despite how Lady Jane was utterly naked, with an air of confidence flowing around her, a self-assurance that even the sisterhood could absolutely quench, she casually followed him outside.

Knowing how the ground was coated with numerous small, sharp stones, he encouraged Lady Jane to walk on the wooden boardwalks outside of the buildings, while he walked beside, and it was from the roadway that he continued to scan the town for any hidden dangers. 

Apart from when they walked past the sleeping body of Mistress Alessia, and heard how she softly moaned in her tranquilised sleep, he thought how this now seemed a little too easy.

Eventually they reached a spot where he could clearly see the hotel, and because it was on the opposite side from where they were strolling, he was concerned how he could protect his aunt Jane while reaching it. Trying to look everywhere at once, he finally said. “Unfortunately, we want that antiquated building over there,” he then pointed to the brownish-red, ram-shackled structure and continued, “but I think it’s safe.” 

Having warily crossed the street without hearing a sound, they made their way towards the swinging bat-wing doors. Expecting someone to be hiding inside, he kept Jane behind his body, and as he peered above the old doors, he pulled his gun out of the holster and pointed it upwards. “Aunt Jane, just stay behind me.” He whispered.

Without giving a warning, he swung the doors open and hastily stepped inside. Despite the gloomy light, he could see that there was no one waiting for them, therefore, he quickly encouraged his aunt to enter, and then shadow him while they carefully began to step closer to the stairs.

It may have only taken seconds, but his eyes were continuously looking for the slightest movement, and if asked, he would say that he thought the gap had taken an hour or more for them to cover. Pointing to the door that he had previously used, he said. “I believe we will find something for you to wear in that room.”

Prior to placing her foot on the first step, she smiled, and said. “Andy, you look absolutely great in that wild west outfit, I’ll have to try to design one for my company.”

Despite how he tried to silence his heels from unceasingly tapping against the wooden boards, they rapidly reached the upper floor, and after informing his aunt of how he would just check to see if it was safe, he steadily opened the door and entered.

Bewildered, he glanced around the room and stood with his jaw slightly unhinged. It appeared to be a totally different room, not only did it smell fresh, but there was not even a spot of dust floating in the hazy sunlight. The bed had been covered with cheap sheets, and now there was a stuffed leather armchair next to it, but what surprised he the most was the old bath tub compete with steaming water, and near the tub was a second set of clothes draped over a wooden chair.

“Come in Auntie.” He said cheerfully. “You can freshen up in her.”

She sniffed the air, grimaced at the sweet smelling, lilac perfume, and dully said. “You must be joking, Andy. I’ll smell like a cheap whore.” She gazed at his sullen face, smiled and added. “But I guess I have little option.”

Regardless of how she thought that she would be perfumed, she sighed with relief as her shapely body sunk into the refreshing water for a long, long soak, while her nephew continued to stay attentive of her safety from the armchair.

Bizarrely, almost as if she was demure, it was only when he stood and drifted towards the cloudy windows, did she step out of the tub, but after she had spent a lengthy time relaxing in the tub, maybe what was even weirder, was how the water still had steam raising from it.

While he continued to peer out of a dirty window, she leisurely dried herself off, but he soon become bored with looking at the empty street and turned to return to chair, yet he paused when he saw the clothes his aunt was dressed in. “Did you arrange these for me?” She asked.

He pouted and shook his head whilst staring at her tight leather, crimson trousers, white silk blouse, along with a pair of shiny red, knee length boots. “It’s perfect, Andy.” She purred, and stroked her right leg as she admired the soft texture.

“I found these clothes waiting for me.” He replied. “Shall we find out who left them?”

“I could do with a drink.” Jane said. “They hardly ever allowed me to sake my thirst with water.”

Although it sounded as if it was silent beyond the the door, the second he reached for the door-knob, the sound of boisterous voices and clicking of glasses touched their ears. 

Out of concern for her nephew ending up trapped by the sisterhood, Jane nervously followed him along the hall and down the stairs, where she glanced at the sight at the bar. Incredibly the lower floor had curiously filled with cowhands, along with a few overly friendly women, and when they had descended half of the stairs, just like a cheap western movie, the room went silent and everyone gazed at them. However, the two did not feel threatened by those below them, they merely nodded their head in cordial fashion, and those folks below them returned to their conversations, whilst they continued down the last few stairs.

Being more watchful of the mingling crowd, Jane didn’t notice how her nephew walked up to the bar, and it was only when the barkeeper, a person who was facing the rear wall, asked him what he wanted to drink, only then did she finally look in his direction. 

“Two shoots of firewater.” Her nephew replied briskly. “Bring it over to that table.” Then he pointed to the only empty table available.

Within moments of them sitting, they began to relax, and the barkeeper promptly arrived with the glasses of firewater he ordered. “It’s on the house.” The barman said calmly. “We’ve been wanting rid of those women for ages. We owe you.”

The two sitting at the table peered at the young barman, and together, they softly said. “Will?”

Suddenly, fully awake, Andy sat up in bed, and tenderly said. “Will.”

He threw the covers to one side, lowered his legs and eased his feet into his bedroom mules.

Hurriedly, he rushed to the door, walked along the corridor, down the stairs and entered the lounge. Seeing his aunt reading a book, Andy smiled and strolled closer to her. As he stood near her, he bent and kissed the corner of her lips. “I love you, Aunt Jane.” He whispered. “But I have to phone Will.”

“What’s gotten into you.” She giggled.

“Nothing.” He paused for a second, then resumed.” I’ll tell you in a minute.”

Andy found his phone, began glancing through the stored numbers and made himself comfortable in one of the chairs, then he pressed one of the icons and lifted the phone to his ear. After a few seconds, he said. “Hi Will, how are you, hon?” Although she could only hear his side of the conversation, Jane gazed at him fondly, and when Will had happily greeted him, Andy said. “I just felt so drained after the trip, I had to rest, but when I woke, I simply needed to hear your voice.” 

Rather than listen to half of the conversation, Jane tuned him out and returned her concentration to her fascinating book.

Some thirty plus minutes after Andy had told Will how he just wanted to hear his close friends’ voice, they said their goodbyes and disconnected the call. Leaving his phone on a small coffee table, Andy rose from his seat and walked towards where his aunt was sitting. He casually stood near her for a moment, before sitting on her lap. 

Seeing his happy face, she placed her book on the table close to her, circled her arms around his waist, and asked. “Are you alright, darling?”

“I am now.” He said with a smile. “I had this really weird dream, you were in it, but that wasn’t what made it strange…” He then went on to tell her all that he could recall.

She had listened conscientiously while he spoke and as he reached the point where he woke, Jane leant forward a little, kissed the corner of his mouth and said. “I love you, Andy. It sounded like you were very brave.” She paused to gaze at him for a few seconds, than added. “Would you like something to eat?”

“What I would really love is, if you asked Will to move in with us, but I guess a meal will have to do.” He giggled.

Thank you Mandy, I think I speak for us all when I say, Please return soon dear friend

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From Nowhere this week,we get a super glimpse of another blog fave, Liz Cundy as she slips into a racing car, slicked in a smooth PVC catsuit.

  Drive in those heels? I know a lady who can XXX

And now some super translations of my art by out dear friend Girlie Morgane

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Our dear Kitka and I nearly faded way this week when we saw what our beautiful Princess Kate was wearing on her feet at the rugby, sadly it was only a trick of the light, but what the heck, I have been looking for an excuse to bring her to our blog.

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Andy