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Monday, 23 March 2026

Monday with Skinnie

 
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We start the week 
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As you know
Fem-Me is the high 
street wing of the
Bergman & Knightley
Department stores,
but still offers an amazing
service, however they
have come into criticism
online for their hard sell
techniques 





Hi Everyone
 So I will have anew piece of Andy and Aunt Jane art completed very soon, you would have thought I would have created something simple to get the new system back up and running ,but no not me , I had to complete an idea I had before the system broke and now it's nearly done, so please be patient XXX

So how can we fill in Hmmmm let's think. I know why don't we ask Skinnie Stallion to entertain us with one of his fabulous stories, but this time something a little different.
  Images by me words by Skinnie.
Thanks S
XXXX








Best year ever

By Skinnie Stallion


The B&K   Boy Rack

“A good Boy for a good Home.  A good Home for a good Boy.”


THE B&K   BOY RACK:  A testimonial by Mrs Westerby
As narrated to B&K  ’s roving reporter SkinnieS under the supervision of B&K  ’s Artistic Director and Creative Consultant, AndyLatex.

I’ve been a customer of Bergman & Knightley for several years.  It was my dear friend Sandra Gleason who first alerted me when a B&K  store arrived on our high street.  We soon became regular visitors.  We enjoyed our trips into town, lingering at the in-store café, shopping bags proudly on display, and savouring both our coffee and the sight of the gorgeous staff going about their business.   Sandra and I became members of B&K’’s loyalty scheme.  It didn’t long take for both of us to rise from Bronze to Gold and then to the heady heights of Platinum membership.

Sandra was always more daring than I.  She was the first to increase her heel height from a staid 2½” to 4” or 5”.  She was the first to move to leather and then to latex.  She was the first to buy a B&K  Bumble Bee™️ for personal use.   Where she led, I followed helped by the ever attentive stylists at Bergman & Knightley.   We were guided towards pants in leather or latex rather than dresses seeing them as more becoming ladies of our age and as a way of displaying feminine power.  Both of us grew to prefer pants.  Pants with boots or high heels paired with a nice blouse and power jacket gave us the image we sought: ladies of authority and refinement who deserve respect.  

We were both attracted to the idea of having a live in B&K   Boy, although I was concerned about the expense.  I went with Sandra to a B&K   Auction but we felt out of place.  The other attendees didn’t seem our sort of people: new money or young trophy wives no doubt bidding for their husbands.   Sorry  B&K, just saying.  

Nevertheless, Sandra still remained interested in getting a B&K   Boy.  After a short trial, she took Archie on the B&K   Leasing Scheme.  He has proved a beautiful and loyal maid for her: a  sissymaid, of course, but still a very capable maid.  I could see that Archie made Sandra very happy.   The B&K   Leasing Scheme made the  prospect of having B&K   Boy more of an affordable proposition for me but I was more hesitant about taking that step: it might be eight years since Joshua passed, but it still felt too soon.  I was concerned that I might have to return a leased B&K   Boy; I wouldn’t want that loss.   And then Bergman and Knightley opened their B&K   Boy Rack

Naturally it was Sandra who explored the B&K  Boy Rack when it first opened.  Not because of any discontent with Archie, but initially out of curiosity.  The Boy Rack offered everything that the Auction didn’t: a quiet relaxed surrounding; the opportunity to browse with no time or sales pressure; the chance to speak with the Boys.  Sandra found that she liked visiting the Boy Rack even when she didn’t intend to make a purchase.   Browsing the Boy Rack became part of Sandra’s routine when I wasn’t accompanying her.  She soon found herself attracted to Theo.   It was easy to see why.   (See Figure 1.)   Theo had a figure to die for and a coquettish style that was all his own.  It was also clear that he was drawn to Sandra, or Mrs Gleason as he still insists on calling her.  

A group of women standing at a counter

AI-generated content may be incorrect.
Figure 1: Mrs Gleason takes Theo to the checkout at the B&K   Boy Rack.

Theo has been both an excellent receptionist, assistant and personal companion to Sandra.  Archie continues to handle the domestic tasks, and prefers the safety and security of home life, while Theo is more confident, outward facing and presentable in any setting.  Archie has not been jealous of Theo’s arrival and he enjoys the times when Sandra allows Theo to give her sissymaid what she can’t.   Sandra knows that sharing Archie with Theo will keep Theo happy too.   Theo has been a wonderful addition to the Gleason household.

I met Adam when he was serving on one of B&K  ‘s Cosmetics Counters.  We immediately hit it off.   I found it easy to talk to Adam.  He gave me excellent advice and was gentle when he showed me how to use the products we discussed.   His own complexion and make-up were flawless which was another selling point.   

Over the coming weeks, I started making more detours to the Cosmetics area.  Sandra seemed surprised that I needed so much product.  At least I could leave her with Theo in the café so that she had him to keep her company.   Sandra’s success with Theo encouraged me to overcome my trepidation and visit the B&K  Boy Rack.   I said as much to Adam who encouraged me.   He thought that having a B&K  Boy would be good for me and good for any boy who was lucky enough to have me as an owner.  He said that several of his friends were on the Boy Rack and that I would have plenty of options.   

When I visited the Boy Rack I was astonished by the selection of B&K   Boys available and felt rather overwhelmed by the choices on offer.   I talked this through with Adam.  He advised me to be patient.  There was no urgency.   He suggested that if I ever needed an escort he would be quite happy to oblige.    I took up Adam’s suggestion and Sandra and I had several happy evenings going to dinner and the theatre or cinema together with Theo and Adam as our partners.  It felt nice having someone to go out with rather than always playing gooseberry with Sandra and Theo.   An added bonus was that I always had the sweetest goodnight kiss from Adam. 

Meanwhile I continued my visits to the B&K   Boy Rack, encouraged by Adam and Sandra.  Still unable to find the right B&K   Boy, I sought advice from Rebecca Knightley.  She was very helpful in getting me to think through my preferences.   I realised that what I was seeking most was companionship and affection.  Mutual attraction was of course going to be important, but I was looking for a long term relationship rather than just a maid, assistant or (sorry readers) fuck toy.   (In this regard, I’m very different from Sandra who, despite having Archie and Theo, still likes to pick-up young men at the town’s gay bars helped no doubt by taking Theo on a lead with her.  Like a good fisherwoman, her baited hook means she usually makes a catch.)   Rebecca introduced me to a number of B&K   Boys from the Boy Rack.   All were delightful.   However, I still didn't feel any was quite ‘the one’ for me.  It took me some time to pluck up the courage to ask Rebecca whether Adam might appear on one day the B&K  Boy Rack.

During my next solo visit I looked for Adam on the shop floor for one of our chats but couldn’t find him.  Disappointed, I made an appointment to see Rebecca Knightley for one of our chat.  Rebecca met me herself and ushered me through to her office.  As usual she showed me a selection of Boys from the Boy Rack.  It was becoming disheartening:  I liked them all but none sufficiently to make a purchase.   At the end, Rebecca smiled at me and then summoned her assistant.  I was amazed to see it was Adam.   

A group of women in black suits

AI-generated content may be incorrect.Figure 2: In her office, Rebecca Knightley presents Adam to Mrs Westerby.

Rebecca explained that Adam had attracted her attention after my enquiry.   He’d impressed her with his demure style and calm assurance.  She was so struck by him that she was giving him a trial as her PA (Figure 2).   She also said that for a customer like me, she was prepared to make a special case and that for one day only he was on the B&K  Boy Rack.  If he wasn’t sold that day, she was going to keep him as her PA.   

I asked Adam whether he would like to come home with me.   When he said, “Yes,” I was almost overwhelmed.   Only then did I think to ask the price.  Rebecca claimed not to know.    She said that she didn’t get involved in the pricing decisions these days, leaving it Sales Management.    However, she could see that my heart was set on him.  With a wave of her hand, she advised me to take Adam to the tills.

A group of women standing at a counter

AI-generated content may be incorrect. Figure 3: Mrs Westerby takes Adam to the B&K  Boy Rack checkout.

While Adam changed out of his PA dress into the standard shopfloor uniform for a B&K  Boy, I thanked Rebecca.   My heart was pounding when he came back and sweetly took my hand.    I almost stumbled as we left Rebecca’s and walked towards the lift but Adam steadied me.   When we reached the tills, I asked the assistant the price expecting some eye watering sum and the inevitable disappointment if I couldn’t afford him.  I gathered myself to tell Adam the bad news (Figure 3).

The assistant advised that Ms Knightley had already called down quoting the B&K  Boy Rack’s motto: “A good Boy for a good Home.   A good Home for a good Boy.”   Then she told me the price.  I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  Adam looked at me expectantly.   Not only could I afford Adam, the price was far lower than I’d expected.   I expressed my surprise thinking the assistant had made a mistake.   She merely repeated, “A good Boy for a good Home.   A good Home for a good Boy,”  before going on to state: “That’s what Ms Knightley said.   That’s what Bergman & Knightley  wants for all its Boys that leave us.  She knows that Adam will have a found a good home with you and that you will be perfect together.   She wishes you the very best.”   

I beamed at Adam, and overcoming propriety, kissed him in full view of other shoppers.  The assistant merely smiled at us.   Some of the shoppers started to clap.   There were cheers when Adam embraced me and kissed  me back.   I showed the assistant my Platinum Card which she scanned and then directed us towards the staff entrance where Adam would need to collect his belongings.   He couldn't quite believe that he was leaving Bergman & Knightley  after working there for 4 years.  

Since then it’s been a whirlwind.   Getting Adam settled at home.  Deciding not to wait long before popping the question and Adam accepting.   Our marriage and honeymoon with a protracted round the world cruise.   Our feet haven't touched touch the ground for the last 12 months.   It’s been just the best year ever.

Claire Westerby
As told to SkinnieS

Bergman & Knightley  comment:  

It is good to know that Mrs Westerby is satisfied with her purchase.   It is doubly pleasing to know that she has married Adam.   What higher compliment can there be than an owner marrying the boy, the B&K  Boy, she loves?   We hope that Mrs Westerby and the new Ms Westerby spend many happy years together and continue to shop at Bergman & Knightley .  

It was lovely to see them visit their local Bergman & Knightley  store after their extended honeymoon. It’s always a pleasure when former staff return with their Mistresses and guardians (or wives!) to pay us a visit.   We were lucky that our roving reporter, SkinnieS was able to catch-up with the happy couple and record some of their conversation:

"It feels so weird being back.  I can’t believe it's been a year.”


“It’s been the best year ever.   I fell for you the moment I saw you behind that counter, Adam.”

A couple of women standing in a store

AI-generated content may be incorrect.

Figure 4:  Our photographer, AndyLatex, took this picture of Mrs Westerby and Adam revisiting the B&K  Store and Cosmetics Counter where he used to work.


“I recognise many of the staff but a few faces are missing. I guess some may be on leave, but some will have moved on. I'll have to ask who were auctioned or went on The Boy Rack. I'd like to stay in touch with them, if I can. Would that be OK?" 


"Of course, Adam. And now we’re back, we need to catch up with Sandra.   I know you liked Theo.  He was such an active Boy.   I could always arrange a visit, if you'd like." 


"That would be lovely. It would be nice to see Archie too if he’s still with them.  Do you know,  Theo and I both started here as B&K  Saturday Girls on the same day?  I’m sure they’d like to see my rings.  Who'd have thought what would happen to us over the last 4 years?  It seems like only yesterday that I came here for an interview.  I was so surprised when they offered me a job. I thought I'd just be sweeping and shifting boxes back store but they wanted me to be a Saturday Girl!" 


"I'm not at all surprised, darling.  I'm sure your qualities shone through.  You obviously impressed your interviewers.  Now why don't you have a browse and talk to the staff while I go up to the Platinum Suite and see if I can have a chat with Ms Knightley.  I'm sure Rebecca will want to hear all about our first year together." 


"Sure.  I'd love that.  I 'spose it has been the longest honeymoon ever..... Please give Ms Knightley my love.  She was so kind with her wedding present." 


“I will darling.   Now be good.  And when I get back, I think I may buy you a nice new dress.   I’ll want my wife to look her best if we’re going to meet Sandra.”

“Oh, Claire. I do so love it when you call me your wife.  I know we’ve been married for nearly a year but it still gives me tingles when I hear that word.  I love wearing your rings.”


“I liked it and I put a ring on it … and through it.  I’ll give you other tingles when we get home, my darling wife.”

“Ooooh! That would be so nice.  I’m already excited.” 


“Not too excited I hope.  Good, now give me a kiss and I’ll see you shortly.” 


And so we leave our lovers as Mrs Westerby turns on her heel and heads to the lifts.  Adam continues to browse, moving between counters and chatting with staff until she returns. 

Two women looking at each other

AI-generated content may be incorrect.

Other B&K  Boys flock around Adam asking about married life and admiring his visible wedding ring.   Everyone at Bergman & Knightley is happy for Ms and Mrs Westerby, and wishes them many more happy years together.   The B&K  Boy Rack certainly leads to some matches made in Heaven.


Friday, 20 March 2026

Christeen Archive

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Now usually there would
be a shiny new piece
of my own art on a
Friday, but thanks
the my Photoshop
issue I have nothing
ready yet, However it
is coming and there will
be new Andy and Aunt Jane
very soon.,
I the meantime.........There
has been something big
happening on Patreon.




Hi Everyone
  Apologies for  there being no Wednesday post, but I have been both away and very busy, so I will catch up with you all very very soon now I am back.
  Regarding Paintshop issues. It is nearly in my grasp, it is now laid out as I want it, but there are still symbols and now palettes I can't get the hang of, but as some of you know there is life. Hooray!!!
   
Hang on, It's Friday and that can only mean Christeen should be entertaining us and this time Miss Kimmi  has curated us some gems from Christeens archive ,including one of my all-time favorite images, one that has been such a huge inspiration for the world of Andy and Aunt Jane.
 
So thank you Kimmi (curate of Christeen is still open to anyone) here we go.


XXX
Andy


9/18/19- 1389 - Breast Forms No More- Chris loves silky nylons, which (almost) always come off at the end of long day. Soon breasts will be a permanent enhancement for Miss Chris, with implants clearly his feminine destiny. Debuted here on Andy Latex on September 11, 2019.




June 2020 PDQ- 1525- 6/1/20- Does Chris suffer pangs knowing he will never be a boy again? After all, Chris has become such a pretty girl. His feminized friend is adapting to what Mademoiselle has done to make her a girl. Her soft curls and exquisite makeup leave no doubt that she is fully embracing her now feminine (and feminized) lifestyle. Running her delicate fingers through Chris’s hair - does she want to be more than friends with the boy she once played with? This debuted on Petticoat Discipline Quarterly.





12/8/16 - 200 - Chris is so pretty for his afternoon stroll with his new petticoated friend. Chris is perfecting his makeup artistry. The petticoating neighbor mom is sure to be impressed.  Debuted on Carole Jean's Petticoat Punishment Art site around 2006.
That is one of my total all time faves




9/21/18- 1304 - Sports no more. Girls may play but not boys feminized and now girly girls like Chris. He will now be a spectator in his adorable dress, heels and hair bow clapping daintily for his once teammates. Don’t trip, Chris! This debuted right here on Andy's site on September 18, 2018.  


Monday, 16 March 2026

New Art- Checking out

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we start a week long
exploration of the
day to day office
life of a young man
named Owen who
finds himself mixed
up with some very
politically incorrect
Office Politics




Hi Everyone
  Quick update.
So I have got my paintshop arranged to how I like it, mostly and so I have started to create a new piece,however it is slow and it might be a week or two before I have it completed but I think it will be worth the wait as it is an idea I have been trying to perfect for ages.Perhaps this new Paintshop model will help me in the long run to create even more nice stuff.
   So let's get the completed version of the last new piece,Previewed over on Patreon a few weeks ago and that of course is this piece entitled Checking out and Andy is both checking and being checked out at the same time.
   It's a simple piece of everyday life for sweet Andy and his Aunt Jane as they holiday in France.
     In fact the next piece I am working on is from this same strand of stories, so stay tuned
XXX
Andy




Friday, 13 March 2026

We love Christeen

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A sweet and cute
moment in rose
pink for Andy and 
it looks like Aunt 
Jane is offering him
a comforting or
encouraging hand.
I am sure whatever
Andy has to face
he will do so with
his beloved Aunts 
protection.


Hi Everyone
 Ever though the universe is against you and no mater what you try it just trips you up and makes you look useless. 
   Well welcome to my world right now, I thought I was over it last week but  we are back in the Poo again  and today being the date and day it is I ain't taking any chances.
   However this time it is purely tech issues as I try and  try and try to get this new Paintshop program to work on my behalf. So frustrating that I have to waste my limited time , not on creativity, but on learning how to do something again, something I have been able to do with ease for years.
 Enough of this
Lets take the time to enjoy some Kimmi curated Christeen classics.


Thank heavens for Christeen
XX
Andy

7/16/21 -1818 - It is so nice to catch a glimpse of Chris so content with who she sees in her mirror, and that hint of a satisfied smile. And Aunt Julia? Thrilled with her girl! An instant classic. It's so nice to see Chris truly enjoy being a Miss! Debuted 7/16/21 right here, on Andy's wonderful site.




8/22/19- CJ Hair Setting-  Learn not to resist? Why would he?  Chris can’t resist the lure of such wonderful feminine experiences exclusive to girls, like having his hair set and enjoying dryer time while wearing layers of petticoats. There’s everything to enthrall a feminized boy.  This debuted in 2019 on Carole Jean's Pinterest board.






October 2017 PDQ- 1129- 10/2/17- Bill won't believe what he sees when he lays eyes on his old friend Chris. Jason and others will have competition as suitors for the lovely Chris. Beautiful pink gown or a simple skirt, there will be no mistaking Chris for anything but a pretty girl. Christeen's work was featured in Petticoat Discipline Quarterly from 2002 through the last issue of PDQ in October 2021.




4/25/20- 1510- So unnerving for any girl, especially one who is still a boy (of sorts), her privacy invaded and her femininity on full display to the world. Yet, Chris only seems but so disturbed. Now, will Chris's phone begin to ring? Debuted 4/25/20 on Andy Latex.






Wednesday, 11 March 2026

It's a slimy Wednesday

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Hi Everyone
  Lets take a moment to catch our breath and indulge in a few wednesday pleasures.
We have Kitka, we have Amber and Notatrog, images stories and then we have slime, lots of it, when a familiar face takes on a new challenge,is it fiction or is it real? wait till the end to make your mind up.


First a recently unearthed poster for a classic Roger corman movie,sadly its a little creased but the colours are still amazing.
We will have to look out on Channel 69. It's boind to turn up on there sooner or later,

Speaking of adventures in the stars. 
Let's check out the latest goings on on Mars as they continue their need for Sissies.
These have gone down a real storm and I hope Kitka creates more. However do not worry there are plenty on file ready to share






Our friend Amber takes us on holiday with Andy and Aunt Jane, gosh how we could all do with some of that warm sun right now 






Now the completion of Notatrogs amazing little story, here is the link back to part one.


Reunion
by 
Notatrog


Once back at The Grange Aunt Jane and Will helped Alan to carefully extract himself from the long hobble dress, then they all three showered and met up in the kitchen for a light snack. Although the invitation had specified that snacks would be available at the venue, no one held out much hope for their quality, therefore Aunt Jane had had the  foresight to prepare some prawn sandwiches that morning. She retrieved these from the refrigerator as the boys, wearing shiny satin ‘his and hers' matching kimonos, seated themselves at the kitchen table.

 “I’ve booked us a taxi for seven o’clock .”  Aunt Jane announced as she tended the coffee machine. She was somewhat more conservative in her dress code these days, so as not to embarrass Will, and was wearing a purple satin teddy under a matching organza house-coat.

“I know the school is in walking distance but we want to arrive all clean and fresh. Mayfield only lives around the corner from the school so he’ll walk and meet us there.”

Alan was really pleased with the actual party dress that Margot had created for him. It was completely the opposite of the ankle length hobble dress which he had been wearing at the boutique during the day. His Aunt's description of it was almost accurate. “Long enough to be formal” was a very subjective concept. “Short enough to be exciting” was much more accurate. In fact it was short enough to be potentially embarrassing. Bending was out of the question and sitting would have to be very carefully managed. So OK it was skimpy, but it was black latex, halter neck, very tight and very shiny, and this always pleased him.

Will happily assisted him into it using lots of lubrication to facilitate the process. He then polished the latex to a mirror shine. Andy admired himself in the mirror and mentally forgave his mischievous Aunt for her teasing.

Will then dressed himself in a neat dark three-piece suit. Neither of the boys knew what Aunt Jane would be wearing until the all three went to board the taxi but were both surprised to find that she was relatively conservatively dressed in a pale brown leather jump-suit. Very tight and shiny, but for her, quite restrained.

The venue was the old assembly hall which in this small rural school also doubled as a gymnasium, which Alan remembered chiefly as a place of hard benches, poor acoustics, and sermons that had once felt interminable. Now it had been softened for the evening: fairy lights strung along the beams, a hired band in the corner tuning discreetly, trestle tables laid with drinks and nibbles that nobody seemed especially interested in eating.

Alan took it in with a kind of detached curiosity. There was no surge of anxiety, no tightening in the chest. That, in itself, surprised him. He had expected at least a flutter, the old reflex of anticipation mixed with fear, but instead there was only a mild sense of entering a room and an environment that once he had belonged to, but now no longer needed to.

Will automatically and without conscious thought guided Alan in through the door, his hand finding Alan’s back in that easy, habitual way that required no explanation. Aunt Jane entered behind them, perfectly composed, with the serene authority of someone who had never doubted she would be welcome. As soon as her eyes located him, she headed for the Reverend Greene who was standing alone at the far side of the room looking slightly lost and lonely, almost as if he’d become involved in some social experiment whose outcome he was still assessing. His face lit up when he saw Lady Jane approaching.

Will spotted Mr Barton standing at the side of the trestle table which was serving as a bar, doubtless ensuring that nobody underage attempted to get access to alcohol. The bar was being tended by Brendan, a convivial Irish lad who was a wizard at maths and who had also been the class comedian and practical joker.

 “Come on, Alan. Let’s do it.” 

Together they approached their old teacher.

 “Good evening, William.” Mr Barton obviously thought that the nature of the event required a more informal address, “I’m pleased to see you here, with your pretty young lady again. Won’t you introduce me?”

Will took a deep breath and put his arm around Alan’s shoulder protectively.

 “This is the thing, Sir. I have to apologise for misleading you when we last spoke, but the shopping mall back at Christmas was not the right place for a very personal explanation. You asked if I still have any contact with Alan Haversham. I do, sir. This is Alan Haversham, sir, my boyfriend.”

The teacher took a moment to compose himself, then smiled benignly.

 “Well, you young people never cease to surprise me, you really don’t. And Haversham, you were always a very gentle boy, and now whenever I see you, you manage to look absolutely lovely, although I’m sure that an old man like me shouldn’t say so. I’m sorry if I’m staring at you, but you are a truly lovely girl now. What forename do you use?”

“That’s another thing, sir. I am still Alan. I haven’t changed. I just prefer to present myself in this way. It would take me a little while to explain just how it all works.”

 “Well, well, well. Please don’t let me interfere with you. You both always seem to be very happy whenever I see you around, so however you manage it, just carry on and enjoy yourselves. Off you go and join the dancing.”

As they walked away Alan whispered to Will.

 “Poor old chap. It’s all a bit too much for him and he just can’t process it. He was very polite but just glad for us to be gone!”

 “Will! Alan! Glad you came!”

This was Tom coming to greet them, accompanied by a very obviously pregnant Sheila. The greeted each other with hugs. 

 “Sheila! Congratulations!” Alan exclaimed and kissed her cheek.

“Tom and I are married now. You know I don’t really go for all that stuff, but mum and dad would have thrown me out into the street if I’d got pregnant without being married.”

“Then congratulations Tom.  Part of the establishment that we always derided!” He fist-bumped his old pal.

Sheila took Alan’s hand.

 “Let’s dance.”

The first dance had started almost without announcement.  Alan  and Sheila joined in as several other couples drifted onto the floor, some tentative, some surprisingly assured. Alan was aware, dimly at first and then more distinctly, that people were looking at him — not staring, not gawping, but registering. Recognition passed across faces, followed by curiosity, then, in a few cases, something like approval. As soon as that dance finished Tom stepped forward. 

 “Ok, Alan, lets do it. I never thought, not once in a million years, that I’d be dancing with one of our football team!”

Tom was a trifle tentative at first, but very soon seemed to settle into the unusual situation. 

The next invitation came from a girl he remembered only vaguely, now confidently laughing as she took his hand. After that, the momentum seemed to establish itself. One dance became several. Old classmates resurfaced, each bringing a fragment of shared history but also a mild curiosity. Another friend he’d once played football with danced with him earnestly and said, rather unnecessarily, that it was “good to see you happy.” Another girl he barely recalled told him he looked “absolutely marvellous” and meant it without irony.

Will watched from the edge of the floor, content, amused, occasionally raising an eyebrow as Alan was swept away yet again. There was no jealousy in it — only the mild irritation of someone who found himself unexpectedly competing with an entire alumni list. When he finally did reclaim Alan for a dance, he leaned in and murmured, “You’re going to need a booking system,” and Alan laughed, resting his head briefly against Will’s shoulder, grateful for the familiarity.

At some point — and neither of them could later agree exactly when — Aunt Jane and the Reverend Greene drifted away from the main hall. The band played on. The lights dimmed a little further. Conversation grew louder, looser. Brendan's duties as a bartender were in increasing demand.

It was Alan who noticed their absence first, though he wouldn’t have been able to say why it registered. Perhaps it was simply that Aunt Jane was rarely elsewhere without explanation.

The two boys retreated to the side of the room.

“I need to get away from all this for a few minutes, Alan. I’m so pleased for you that people are accepting you, that’s marvellous, but I think I need to wear a placard ‘I am not gay’. I’ve been propositioned by some chaps you'd never have guessed. I have to let them down gently without disrespecting their sexuality while explaining my own and it’s wearing a bit thin.”

“I know, Will. It is good that people are accepting, and they are entitled to be curious, but the number of times I’ve explained that yes, I’ve had a boob job but yes, I’ve still got all my bits and want to keep them. A number of people who I was dancing with, both boys and girls, danced very, very close to try and verify things for themselves!”

“ Right. Come with me. Security here was always appalling and I bet they haven’t changed the door code to the Chem Lab since we were here. Come on, lets have a few minutes privacy together.”

The laboratory was on the top floor and the boys didn’t need to put any lights on. There was just enough ambient light from the emergency ‘way out’ signs in the corridors and on the stairway.

Will tapped the code into the keypad by feel, and just as he expected, the code hadn’t been changed and the door opened.

The lights were off and the room was almost in darkness apart from starlight spilling in through half closed blinds, and for a moment Alan thought the room was empty. Then there was a soft sound of movement and he saw the unmistakable silhouette of the Reverend Greene. His back was to the door and he was standing, leaning back against one of the laboratory benches and he hadn’t noticed the boys entering. He might have been in pain because he was groaning softly. Then the very familiar figure of Aunt Jane rose from a kneeling position in front of him. The Reverend suddenly became aware of someone else in the room and in the darkness there was a rustling of clothing and the sound of a zip fastener.

“Well, Boys!” Aunt Jane said, after a pause that was just a fraction too long, “Surprise, surprise.”

Her speech was more than a little slurred. Then the Reverend Greene spoke, and likewise his speech was rather less than precise.

“We were just examining the new ... equipment. We’ll leave you two boys to it.” And without any further explanation  Aunt Jane and the Reverend Greene exited into the dark corridor outside.

After they had taken a few minutes time out together the two boys re-joined the dance. Aunt Jane and the Reverend were noticeable by their absence. Will went to where Brendan was serving at the bar and enquired as to their whereabouts.

 “They left together a few minutes ago. They were both slightly the worse for wear and decided to walk home together. I think I might have accidentally mixed their gin and tonics just a bit too strong.”

 “Accidentally! Oh Brendan, you silly arse.” Will chided gently, “Mind you, I think a bit of social lubrication might just have made the vicar's evening!”

Morning arrived without ceremony. Sunlight spread throughout the house.

The house was quiet, filled with that particular stillness that follows a late evening rather than a bad one. In the main hall Alan, wearing his favourite maid's uniform, was beginning his morning chores. Will was standing beside him and was smartly turned out, wearing a smart suit as he intended to visit ‘Noir ‘ early, to deal with a new supplier. From the adjoining room came the sound of Aunt Jane attending to Fifi with perhaps more concentration than was strictly necessary.

She was immaculate, as always, though there was the faintest hint of weariness about her, the residue of last night’s sociability. She called out to the boys, cheerfully, efficiently, about breakfast arrangements and their plans for the day, never once alluding to the laboratory.

Alan caught Will’s eye and smiled. Will smiled back.

There was an unspoken agreement between them, complete and final: some things were better understood than discussed, better folded neatly into the past than examined under bright light.

Outside, the day carried on, perfectly ordinary.

And that, Alan thought, was rather wonderful.

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Wow wasn't that wonderful, Loved it, Thank you Notatrog XXX


And finally.......................................

Now as  previewed last week a trip to the other side.

  It is not the first time Sally Nugent has been linked with an out of this world project, she was afterall linked to a roll in the Tv series Space explorers a few years ago   https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/search?q=SPACE+EXPLORERS   but now,along with her new look,  she has stepped into the world of fiction, playing a Tv presenter (no big stretch there) torn from her desk and plunged through a wormhole and forced to enter the slime filled Wormhole games as a way to gain her passage home.

Will she succeed ? You'll need to tune in to channel 69 to find out,but are those games fiction or has Sally signed up for something far more real.







XXX
Andy