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« #180 : May 08, 2016, 03:45:24 AM »

I finished varnishing the last part of the bow, stepped back and looked to inspect my houseboat. I was satisfied with the finish and I hadn’t missed any bits.

I had bought it off an elderly gentleman earlier in the year, who had no use for it any longer and with a bit of loving care, I had restored it to an acceptable and living standard.

I had worked hard all spring, summer and autumn, weather permitting, and now, in time for Christmas, I was ready to move into it. I had found a stretch of land and water off Crystal Lake that I had also bought with the idea I had of living out there on my boat.
There was a few wooden cabins dotted around the lake and my neighbours appeared friendly enough.

One sexy blonde had particularly caught my eye some mornings as she sipped tea or maybe it was coffee, from a mug, while on her log house balcony overlooking the lake. On occasions, I had seen her by chance and mirrored her actions by drinking a tea on the decking. I admired her from afar. If I was more artistic, I would capture the moment forever on canvas - she dressed in a man’s blue shirt, looking over the misty lake with a mug in hand deep in thought. That air of mystery and stunning sexuality would no doubt ensure the sales of such a portrait. I would own two myself, one for the houseboat and one for my place in town.

I also owned a high rise apartment in town for business but this boat was now my special place, my home, my escape from the busy rat race. All it needed was a name.

Nothing immediately had sprung to mind but I had plenty of time and placed the plaque I would carve the name in to, on the kitchen counter.  I brewed a tea and poured it into my “Mr Bump” mug.

I walked outside on to the deck to view the lake and wooden jetty that allowed access to my boat from the land. I could also see the blonde’s cabin in the distance, far enough away to see her but not to infringe on her privacy at all.

I felt a little disappointed she was not also drinking a brew on her balcony at the same time. Maybe, I would see her tomorrow.

I had repaired the little jetty and had wood stained the walk boards and added a safety rail. I had painted it aqua and green in keeping with the forestry colours and lake. I had even erected a post box and painted it aqua as well.

My favourite colour was indeed aqua and it had remained the colour scheme in the boat. I had used aquas, greens, blues, purples and varnished wood. The main living room, however, was white with different shades of brown wood.  It looked luxurious and classy, especially with a couple of white marble figurines I had bought in the village. I had managed to erect a Christmas tree and a few decorations around the boat which gave a Christmas and welcoming feel to the place.

Now that winter was here, the weather outside was cold. Some of the trees around the lake were bare of leaves with the exception of the abundant evergreens. The reflections of the trees and the different colour of the skies made for some spectacular stunning and beautiful views. It would be an artist’s paradise here. It did make for stunning views.

The steam from my breath and tea swirled into the cold air and disappeared. It was Christmas in a couple of days and I was lucky to have got a good day to finish off the boat. I wore faded jeans, a superman T-shirt and a padded lumberjack shirt type jacket in blue and white check. I also wore tan coloured working men’s boots.

Suddenly a large bird flew in and landed on the railing to look at me and see what I was doing. It was a pelican I had affectionately named Percy. He was quite big and sturdy and easily reached as high as my waist.



Percy had befriended me while I had spent days lovingly working on my boat. I even bought crab meat for him and left it out. Percy liked it and had been a frequent visitor ever since. We had found a friendship of sorts in this strange cock-eyed world and sometimes, Percy would waddle and follow me around to keep me company. I even began to talk to him and the bird did seem to listen.

My tummy rumbled which reminded me it was time for dinner and I decided to eat at the local bar and grill. I had heard the food was quite good there. I packed up and switched the heating on to the timer. I was going to spend my first proper night in my new home. Tomorrow, I would go shopping and fetch all my groceries and items that made a home a home, including more crab and tuna for Percy.

I owned the red pick-up truck parked nearby and when done, I jumped into it and drove to the eatery not too far away leaving Percy to wander around and watch over my place.

I noticed the woman straight away sitting at the bar. She was drinking vodka and lime with ice and idly chatting to the bar man.

Sex appeal oozed from her. I mused whether she would look good in nothing but my handcuffs kneeling at my feet. I dismissed the thought. I was here to eat not feed my dominant tendencies.

I sat at a table and ordered a steak with the trimmings. The waitress seemed interested in getting to know me better but at the moment, I wanted to settle in. I therefore remained polite and smiled at her flirtations.

I finished my food, left a tip and took a walk to get a feel of this small town. I left my car parked at the Bar and Grill.  That’s when I saw it.  In the window of one of the shops I saw a stunning framed picture of a female pirate. There was a sailing ship in swirly fog in the background. She had dark wavy hair and was dressed in typical pirate regalia with an air of mystery. She was a beauty and held a jewel handled sword and wore a black pirate hat and, but it was the feather in it that caught my eye, it was the most vivid colour of aqua.



I knew I had to buy the picture and hang it in the lounge of my houseboat. Suddenly I knew the name my home would take. What would be more fitting than - The Aqua Pirate, after this mystical, exciting woman in the portrait.

Luckily the shop was still open, although it was due to close in 5 minutes. I went inside.
Shortly afterwards, I came out carrying my purchase under my arm, wrapped in brown paper and green and red Christmas ribbons.

I returned to my car to find a note on his windscreen –
“I saw you eating in the Bar and Grill and thought I’d give you my phone number – I hope you don’t mind, nor think I am too forward.”  It was followed by a mobile number and an initial S.

I smiled and thought for a moment before sending a text to the number.

“Not forward at all, but if you come to visit me, be prepared, for I will take it you are willing to be pleasured by a Master.  M V.”

I chuckled and wondered if she would be intrigued or offended. Then I hopped in my car and drove home to hang up my Aqua Pirate.

The next morning was Christmas Eve. I was up bright and early. Christmas songs played on my radio and Percy was already waiting for me on the deck. I opened a tin of tuna and emptied it on a tin plate for him.  I switched the kettle on as I walked outside. I was naked except for some blue lounging pants that hung on my hips and the cool air from outside caused goose bumps on my skin.

I greeted the pelican and placed Percy’s plate on the floor for him. The large bird watched me slyly before waddling over to the food. I glanced over at the blonde’s cabin but saw no movement. I then returned inside and made some tea. I sat drinking it at the breakfast counter making a mental list of the groceries and household items I needed.

My kitchen and lounge were open plan and “The Aqua Pirate” now hung on the wall over the fireplace. It had a length of tinsel sat on top of the frame. It caught my eye and I admired her again, pleased that I had treated myself to such a Christmas present.
It suited my place.

I dressed for the cold weather and travelled into town in my red pick up to buy the items I needed. I took my time to get my bearings, grabbed a snack at lunch and made my way home.

There was a strange car parked outside The Aqua Pirate.

Waiting for me was the woman I had seen at the bar. Was she the mysterious S?

She was stunning. She had on a black top that had two slits at the front, one tantalisingly under the breasts and the other underneath that, where her solar plexus was. She wore a short sexy black skirt that made her legs seem like they went on forever, her legs bore black stockings and her feet were in a pair of gold heels that accented the gold coloured thick necklace she wore around her neck. Over that she wore a black sexy full length fur coat. It was winter after all.

I finally muttered a few words of approval about her outfit and felt my loins stir. It would almost be a shame for her to take those clothes off but if she had come to Aqua to see me after my text, it would be for sex and not romance.  And I was open for that. What man wouldn’t be?

She smiled at me and I grinned back. “S?” I asked her
She nodded and blushed.

“You sure you want this to happen?” I asked her, unloading the groceries.
She nodded again.

“Panties?” I asked getting straight to the point.
She blushed and nodded again.

“Take them off. In future, if you ever come here, underwear is not allowed.”
She hesitated and then removed her panties. The cool air teased her.

I smiled. “Wait here, I’ll be with you shortly. I need to unload and put away,”  I told her…
« : May 08, 2016, 01:37:13 PM Vaughan »


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« #181 : May 08, 2016, 05:24:21 AM »

I let her wait outside while I emptied the car and unpacked the bags into his cupboards. It built the anticipation quite nicely.
When done, I invited her inside. I closed the door behind her and immediately pushed her back against it and pressed my lips to hers.
I thrust my tongue into her mouth to kiss her lustily and to let her know, I meant business. This was sex, definitely not romance.

She kissed me back passionately and I worked my tongue seductively in her mouth simulating oral sex. I took my time, enjoying her and allowing her perfume to seduce my senses. She moaned and I knew she was enjoying the kiss as much as I was and that she would be compliant.
My cock began to stiffen and I sensed she was becoming sexually excited as well. I finally broke our embrace and allowed her access into my home.

I escorted her to sit down on the couch, took her fur coat to hang up and I fetched us both a drink, a vodka and ice for her and a whiskey for me. When I joined her and sat down, she teasingly sat on my lap and placed my drink on the nearby coffee table.
She gave me a sexy little kiss, just a peck, to test her boundaries and it was her way of saying, “I want you."

I wanted this woman that was a given. I placed my hands under her skirt, pushed her legs apart and stroked her pussy.

I was delighted that she was clean shaven.
“I like that, nice and hairless. Keep it that way.” I told her and began to finger fuck her, first with one finger, then with two.

With my free hand, I groped her tits, making her writhe and moan on my lap.

“Sit on the rug on the floor,” I whispered in her ear, nuzzling her hair, satisfied that she was turned on by me and very horny. “I want you to masturbate for me, while I watch you.”

She moaned and reluctantly rose. She went to remove her clothes.

I stopped her, “No. I want your top and skirt raised exposing your tits and your naughty little cunt for me. I want you to look like the sexy little slut you are.”

She groaned at my words and I knew, talking to her like this turned her on even more.

She hitched her clothing up. Her tits were nice and round and her nipples were standing on end. Her hairless pussy was all moist and swollen. She was definitely a woman sexually charged and liked to be dominated.

“You naughty whore,” I approved of her slutty look and leaned back on my couch drinking my whiskey, ”Now wank and give me a good show!”

There was something about her that was so innocent but so fucking dirty at the same time. She turned me on incredibly. I was pretty certain, she had not masturbated in front of a man so lewdly before and yet here she was in my home, a stranger’s home, on my luxurious rug on the floor with her pussy and tits exposed for me. The rug was of deep pile and a dark burgundy red. It perfectly complimented her black and gold outfit and her pale skin tone.

I licked my lips, devouring her arrogantly with my eyes. She was an incredible sight!
I watched her hand drift down to her pussy and the other to her breasts and she started to play with her nipples and labia.

"Yes, that's it!” I encouraged her. My gaze roamed over her body and then moved down. I stared intently at her pussy lips wrapped around her fingers.

Her heartbeat was getting faster watching him, watching her, do her slutty performance. She squeezed her taut nipples between her fingers, flicking at them, revelling in the tweaks of sensations that spread through her body at each teasing touch.

She rubbed her pussy. It was soaking wet and I could smell her arousal. 
She then turned over, and got on all fours. She lowered her face to the deep pile rug so her ass was sticking in the air. She looked at me all doe-eyed. Her tits hung down and her pussy and buttocks were on show for me. She looked a dirty little bitch with her pussy and thighs moistened with need.

She spread her cheeks and continued to masturbate, moaning and writhing on her fingers. She was really wet now and I could hear the liquid sounds in her movements.

I smiled. The little slut was enjoying this and performing wonderfully for me. She looked so hot and my cock was pulsing to take her, but not yet. First I wanted to see her at her most vulnerable. First I wanted to see her cum for me on board The Aqua Pirate.

She looked so hot bent over, her curvy ass high in the air. She pulled her ass apart to show me her sexy little star. I could not resist, I moved forward, parted her cheeks and spit on that puckered spot. That gesture excited her for she moaned in approval, secreted more female juice and rubbed her pussy harder. I recognised she was turned on by the slightly degrading treatment and the humiliated and embarrassed feelings that came with it.

“Oh you like that do you?” I asked already knowing the answer.
“Yes,” she murmured.
“Yes what?” I corrected her, squeezing her ass as a warning.
“Yes Sir.” She responded.

“Good slut. Say it, tell me what you like.” I told her, wanting her to feel that burn of embarrassment.
“Sir, I like you spitting on me,” she told me. She stuttered a little over her admission and swallowed nervously.
“Where do you like me to spit on you?” I wanted more, her full admission and to feel the slight humiliation of the degrading act.
“Sir, I like you to spit on my asshole.” She was blushing in her bent over state but her pussy was showing signs of even more wet lust.

“Where else do you want me to spit on you?”  I pushed her for more, feeling her nervous but excited apprehension.
“On my slutty cunt Sir. I want you to spit there and would like you spitting on my tits Sir.” She blushed.
I spit on her ass and pussy again and she moaned and rubbed it in with her pussy juices.
“I’m going to cum Sir,” she gasped.

“Good. Do it.”  I commanded and watched her cry out in her ecstasy. I saw her body shake and tremble before collapsing on the rug. She was breathing hard.

Using one hand, I pushed two fingers in to her pussy and two in to her anus. I felt the wet heat and spasms of her excitement. I gave each ass cheek, three testing spanks with a pause in between. Each spank jiggled her cheeks and was amazingly loud in the boat. As soon as she felt the sharp sting and burn, she felt the heat start to sink right into her pussy and radiate out through her body. Her cheeks glowed red and added to the aftershock sensations she felt by my probing fingers. She moaned softly at each orgasmic aftershock.

It wasn't the pain of the spanks, although that small amount was pleasant. It was the indignity and helplessness that got her, my sheer arrogance and air of superiority. I was depersonalizing her, turning her into an underling, a sexual plaything, and as the sting of my slaps sunk down into her pussy and caused her muscles to clench and her clitoris to throb, her will for more just expanded. She became my fuck toy, my pussy, my eager slut. She no longer wanted to be anything else.

”Beautiful,” I said softly. I knew she was mine. “You are a naughty girl coming here to a stranger’s home, showing your tits, ass and cunt and behaving like a slut. Tell me what you are?”
She swallowed and blushed more.
“I’m a naughty girl Sir.”
“Yes you are,” I continued to draw on what he had learnt from her, bringing out her hidden secrets and to acknowledge her liking of shallow degradation and humiliation. “And now you’ve climaxed on my floor. What does that make you?”  All the time, I finger fucked her holes.
“I’m a slut Sir,” She moaned, fucking back on my wonderful fingers.

“Yes you are. Look back at your behaviour and look at you now! You are fucking my hand by yourself.” I teased and chided her more.
She moaned as her pussy became wetter and wetter. I watched delighted as her body rocked to and fro on my now stationary hand.
“Good Slut”, I told her after a while. “Now, I’m going to give you what you need, I’m going to fuck you.”

I grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged gently to turn her round to face me, and said, "Open your mouth."

She complied with my order and parted her lips.
The tip of my cock pushed into her face. I did not allow her head to move. I held her in place as I pushed my hips forward. My cock shoved deep into her mouth and came to rest in the back of her throat. She gagged a little before I let off.

I withdrew only a little, before I moved forward again. Then I slowly began pumping my hips into her face. Her mouth stretched. She felt spit building around my big cock that filled her mouth and she drooled from the corners.

I continued to fuck her face for a while. She had a lovely wet, warm and inviting mouth. It felt good around my cock. I felt precum build in my tubes and I fed her some as it dribbled from the tip. She drank it thirstily.

When I was satisfied, I had stretched and male scented her mouth, I pulled away from her head, fighting a little for self-control. "Turn around and get on all fours." I told her.

She did not hesitate to get into position. She wanted me badly.

She got on her hands and knees. Her forehead hit the floor like before and I looked down on her body. She looked spectacular.
I decided to spank her again. A loud slap filled the room just before the sharp sting set into her buttocks. Like before it fuelled her pussy to secrete more of her desire. The stockings she wore provided no protection against the whacks on her skin.
She could feel her bottom turning red.

Then I spanked her again, only harder and on the opposite side. The sizzling sensations sent shivers up her spine and back again before I softly rubbed at her skin to sooth the ache.
Again my spanks radiated to her pussy. She was swollen and throbbing.

"Open up for me," I commanded.

She spread her knees as far apart as she could. Her inner thighs burned at the sensation of her muscles being stretched so far apart. Then she heard a bottle of lube pop open and she felt a cold rush of oozing liquid cover her hole, together with more of my spit.

I let the lube drip on her before pushing my finger into her ass. Then I used the flat part of my thumb to push more lube and spit into her asshole. She could feel the slick liquid building inside of her ass.

“I’m going to fuck your ass, Is that a problem?” I checked with her.
She shook her head, wanting him so badly.
“Good Girl.” I told her.
Without further discussion, she felt my cock prod her back entrance and then push in right towards the centre of her ass. Her asshole quivered at my abrupt but slow invasion.

"My sexy little ass whore. You want to get fucked like this don't you?" I said softly. I was claiming her body.
She nodded and moaned her need of him.

I leaned down to her ear said softly to her as my breath caressed her ear and hair, “I need you to fuck me. I need you to be a whore for me: the hottest, sluttiest, piece of ass I've ever had. Can you do that, baby? Can you do it for me?"

She nodded and moaned more. She wanted me so bad.
She took a deep breath and I pushed my cock in a little deeper and waited while she grew accustomed to me. She felt herself stretching. I waited for her muscles to relax before I began to fuck her, slow and then building up to a quicker, steady pace.

"Pull your skirt up," I growled. "Hold it up. I want to see my cock going into you." and I claimed her second hole that afternoon.

She moaned when I placed my hand flat in the middle of her back and pushed down to make her arch for me. She began to rotate her hips and fuck me back. We both became lost in the land of lust and greed. It was the lewdness of it all, the thrill of two strangers fucking. 
I covered over her as I fucked her ass, groping her tits and grinding her pussy. Precum seeped from his cock into her passage and rectum to mark her as his.

She screamed as she came a second time and her convulsions nearly sent me into my own sexual heaven but I had one more hole left to claim.
She was drowning in the rushing torrent of orgasm. The wash of overwhelming pleasure and total surrender. She was flying in a stratosphere, exploding like fireworks. I felt it all under me and on my cock.

I swapped holes and plunged into her wet spasming pussy. She collapsed face down under me sated, so I fucked her prone body, grinding her into the carpet and pounding her pussy. Pinned so, answered a call to my Dominant male ego.
This was my pleasure now, greedy, unleashed and pure, raw, animal lust.

I rammed her hard, bruising her tender flesh. My cock reached as far as her womb and then prodding her deep until I poked through her cervix and in to her baby chamber.
I could feel the muscles of my cock tighten, building to explode as I fucked her. Then I bellowed and growled. I was there! Huge spurts of cum flowed from my dick and into her pussy. I pumped into her and then withdrew spraying and scenting her body as MINE.
 
She received my seed as a willing receptacle, a cum dump, crushed and won over by my relentless fucking and my furious lustful cries. She felt the throb of my cock inside her and when I began to spill hot searing waves of cum into her pussy, the intensity of the jets, she felt like liquid fire was splattering into her secret submissive soul.

When I was spent and my orgasm subsided, I fell forward and cradled her on the floor. I twitched and quivered in post-orgasm as my sensitive cock brushed against her body.

"You are incredibly sexy," I complimented her.

"So are you Sir,” she smiled and proceeded to clean my cock, with her mouth for me and then put me away. She cuddled up to me when done and I kissed her tenderly.
I pulled two cushions on the floor for us to use. We lay and chatted while I held her and we generally enjoyed each other’s company. I would not however, let her cover up. While I had now dressed and made myself decent, she was quite the opposite lying next to me. Her tits, pussy and buttocks were exposed so I could feel or look at her whenever I wished.

I stroked her hair as I cradled her and every now and then, kissed her lips, neck and shoulders and fondled her lewdly until, eventually, it was time for her to leave.
She dressed and ensured, she had not left anything behind.
As I walked her to her car to watch her go safely on her way, snowflakes began to fall. We both laughed, delighted and wished each other a very Merry Christmas.

She got into the driver’s seat and cheekily gave me her panties. I laughed softly and bent down to ask her a question through her open window, gripping them in my fist.
“Tell me, what does the S stand for?” I asked.

“Why Sexy of course!” She answered giggling and before I could answer, she had reversed and driven away.

I chuckled at her answer and hoped that she would visit again sometime.
I was just about to return down the jetty to The Aqua Pirate when the postman arrived to deliver a box to me.
The postman was a dwarf from the bar and grill and introduced himself as Happy.
We exchanged polite pleasantries as I signed for the parcel and wondered what it was.

Walking back inside, I opened the box and was surprised to find an invitation inside, together with a hideously ugly Christmas jumper.

“You are invited to the Bar and Grill for a Christmas Eve Party but you have to wear this wonderful jumper. Please come. Love Stone and Jayc.”

I chuckled to myself and said to Percy, who was hovering at the glass doors looking in at me, “Well it looks like I have somewhere to go this Christmas Eve after all and... ” 

I looked at the burgundy rug on the floor and the pretty panties in my hand... “The Aqua Pirate has just been christened.”
« : May 08, 2016, 01:42:36 PM Vaughan »


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« #182 : July 17, 2016, 07:34:03 AM »





Dinner?





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« #183 : July 31, 2016, 02:26:28 PM »


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« #184 : August 03, 2016, 03:32:07 PM »


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« #185 : October 20, 2016, 03:27:06 PM »





Autumn at The Cove





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« #186 : August 14, 2018, 05:21:49 PM »



Slowly driving the Dodge through the woods, singing along with Kathy Mattea, while Listen To The Radio plays on (what else?) the radio.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BCyyHjx3XYg

A sense of melancholy and nostalga wash over me as I begin to recongize trailmarks.  The road is overgrown, showing no signs of recent use, but it is still there to be followed.  I give the truck a little gas...

As the pickup climbs the last ridge, I spot the cabin and lean forward on the steering wheel to get a better look.  At first glance, it appears to be a little weather worn and the grounds are overgrown.   I can see one of the second floor shutters has come loose, but other than that, the place is still standing.  "Probably gonna need a good scrubbing" I ponder, "inside and out."

I slowly pull up to the front, put the truck in park and shut the engine down.  Stepping on the parking brake as I open the door, I feel a slight pang.  A bit of guilt perhaps?  With that feeling fading, I step out of the cab, leaving the door open and stretch out some of the kinks from the long drive.  "It's not the years Marilyn," I say out loud, thinking of the line from Indiana Jones, "it's the mileage."

"Miss Lilly", I announce, with a sweep of my hand, motioning for her to exit the truck, "we're here."  Miss Lilly gives me a look that says I disturbed her slumber, yawns once, stretches out a long stretch.  Then at her leisure, she gets up and steps across the seat, stretches again and hops out onto the ground.  I shut the door behind her.  She seems nervous with the new surroundings and all, but quickly her tail goes up and the orange cat brushes up against my legs.

Its quiet here, almost too quiet.  I can hear every step I take as my boot heels trod the hard turf and there is some crunching underfoot.  The water on the lake shore is lapping with a soft sound to it.  There are a few ducks sitting motionless about 10 feet off shore, close to the cattails.  They pay me no heed.

Moving around the front of the truck with Miss Lilly in close pursuit, I notice the mat is missing from the front door and I suspect there may be other things missing as well.  I look around and see that all the shutters are closed, and I remark to myself about having had the good sense to do that when I closed the place up.

With Miss Lilly still close by, I continue my inspection of the exterior, walking around the cabin.  "Could use a spot of paint here and there and the chinking needs some attention", I mumble to the cat, "but not too bad.  Nope... not too bad at all."

Reaching the back door, I try the knob.  Its locked and I realize I had left the keys in the glovebox of the truck.  Trying to save myself a trip, I feel around on top of the window casing, my fingers touch a little finishing nail.  Then... success!  The key is still there.

Using the key to unlock the back door, I then slip it into my jeans pocket and turn the knob.  I have to give a little extra effort to get the knob to turn, but it does and the door slowly creaks open.  Miss Lilly, always wanting to be first, scoots quickly through the doorway.  It smells unused inside... that dry, dusty smell.  The light from the doorway illuminates the interior and makes the cat's shadow on the floor look long and mishapen. 

I turn into the kitchen and open the back windows.  Unlatching the shutters, I push them open, letting in more of the natural light.  Looking out, I can see that the corral is overgrown, and it looks as if the stable has sustained some damage.  Raising the storm windows, I pull the screens up from their bottom rollers and listen for the latches to click into place.  As I am setting the windows open and screens up on the side of the kitchen I look in the direction of The Bee Hive, spotting the very top of the chimney over the trees... all seems quiet over there as well. Miss Lilly nudges my hand while joining me to look out the window.

"This window," I say to her, "will be a nice spot for an orange cat when the sun is coming up."

I run a finger along the counter, making a trail in the dust that has settled there.  I swirl circles around the cat footie prints, then I move to the main room and tend to the windows there.  One screen gives me a bit of trouble, but through gentle persuasion I manage to get it up and latched into place.  "Gonna need a little oil," I think. 

Looking about, the magic sofa is askew and looks as though it could use some attention.  The chair is pushed on its side, and the wardrobe doors are open, revealing it to be empty, with the exception of a few hangers.  The rug is still here, not looking any worse for the time.  I think about needing to sweep the chimney before I light any fires in the fireplaces.

"Don't want to roast any critters." I say to Miss Lilly.

Moving towards the front door, I suddenly remember the noose trap.  Carefully pressing the trigger board with my toe, I feel it move and realizing that there is some resistance, I know the trap is set.  "Those buggers", I say to the cat.  "Leave to them to have set the trap."

I disarm the contraption, secure the trigger board, and then unlock the door.  Once opened, I unhook the storm door so it too, will open.  I see that the screen door has a gash in the upper screen, and the closure spring is just dangling there.  It will need a new hook to function properly, but for now, I leave it open.  "I may have to go into town for some things." I say to myself.

I make my way outside to the pickup, and open the back door of the crew cab.  I retrieve my bedroll, and a sack that contains my cup, coffee pot and a box of coffee pads.  Next I move to the back of the truck, open the cap and drop the tailgate to get the cooler out of the bed. Placing the bedroll and sack on the cooler, I pick up the stacked things and carry them to the cabin.  The quietness of the surroundings makes the noise of the swishing ice seem exceptionally loud.  I place the cooler on the kitchen table.  Then I take the sack off the top and put that on the counter.  The tin cup and pot make a clinking sound as the contents of the bag settle. 

Then I grab the bedroll and go upstairs, with Miss Lilly leading the way, of course.  The third step still has that squeak and I think about all the times that squeak had given someone away as they tried to sneak up the steps.  The thought of that makes me smile.

The bed is still there, covered with just a sheet, no pillows are about.  The bathroom looks okay, I'll find out more in the morning when I turn the water back on.  I make a mental note to call the electric company tomorrow and get the power turned back on, but for tonight it will be lanterns, bottled water for coffee and the chorus of crickets and bullfrogs for entertainment.

I open the upstairs windows, then go out on the balcony to secure the shutters.  Back inside, I pull the sheet from the bed, wad it up and toss it on the floor, against the wall.  Next I open the bedroll and spread the blankets out on the bed.  The orange cat immediately hops on the blankets and begins her pawing motion.  "You're not going to sleep already, are you?" I ask, "You slept almost the entire ride here."  I go back down to the truck.

Retrieving more supplies from the cab, I get two lanterns, a box of matches, and another gunny sack.  The light is starting to fade as I make my way back into the cabin.  I take the two lanterns inside, placing one on the kitchen counter and the other on the table next to the magic sofa.

Keeping the box of matches, I head for the truck again and get a folding chair out of the bed, closing the tailgate and cap flap.  I take the chair to the old fire pit and open it, I manage to find enough kindling and dry wood to get a decent fire going.  Then it's back inside to fill the coffee pot with bottled water from the cooler... I stuff in 3 coffee pads.

Miss Lilly hops up onto the counter and bumps my hand with her head.  "I bet you're wanting some grub, ain't ya?" I ask her.  Opening the gunny sack, I fish out the doubled cat dish, fill the water side and she's already trying to get a drink before I get it on the counter.  Next I dig out the box of cat food, and fill the food side of the dish.  Miss Lilly begins to munch away, lifting her head to look at me as if to say "It's about time."  A piece of food drops from her mouth while she's chewing.

I grab my tin cup, the filled coffee pot and go back to the fire.  On my way back I was lucky enough to find three flat rocks to use as a trivet.  Placing them in the fire, I set the coffee pot on top of my improvised stand.

I go back to the cabin to close the screen door.  As I start to push the screen door closed, Miss Lilly makes an appearance and meow's once at me.

"Well, come on," I say, holding the door open for her, "How was dinner by the way?" I ask as the orange tail scoots by. 

Then I push the door shut until it latches. I finger the gash and determine that the entire screen will need to be replaced.  While passing by the truck I get my pack of cigars from the glove box, and my rifle from the back of the cab then make my way to the fire.  Its dark now and the bullfrogs are in fine voice, as the orchestra of crickets and katydids play their symphony behind me.

Leaning the rifle on a piece of log behind me, I sit back in the chair, push my hat to the back of my head with a finger and light up a smoke, taking a long drag I blow a few smoke rings as I think back to fireworks being set off from the other side of the lake.  Not too much time passes and I hear a hiss come from the fire.

"One boil."  I say to Miss Lilly while moving the rifle a bit closer to me, so as to have it within easy reach.  "One more and there will be coffee."  Finally, the second boil happens, and reaching in to the fire, using my bandana as a pot holder, taking the pot, I then pour myself a nice, hot cup of coffee and place the pot back near the fire.  The tin cup is hot from the coffee, but soon the rim cools enough for a sip.  A small "ahhhh" escapes my lips as the flavor of the coffee washes over my pallet.

"It's a nice soft night, with enough of a breeze to keep the 'no-see-ums' away." I think as I take another sip of coffee and a long drag from the macanudo, puffing the smoke out slowly, ignoring all the thoughts in my mind on what needs to be done.  While gazing out across the lake, I stretch out my legs a little, cross my boot clad feet, and settle back in the chair.  I hear a soft cry next to me, and upon looking down, I see Miss Lilly is looking up at me.  Actually, she's staring at me, and... she talking to me in cat speak. "Meowr, mer, mewr, grrr, meow."

"What is wrong with me?  How the hell could I be so damned forgetful?  Please your Higness, forgive me."  I ask her.  Setting my cup and cigar down on a rock near the fire, I hop up from the chair.  Miss Lilly doesn't budge, but keeps her eyes on me, watching my every move.

I hustle over to the truck and get the little folding table from the back, then I get the folded afghan from the front seat.  Back at the fire, I open the table, secure the top, then set it next to my chair.  I place the still folded afghan on top.  Miss Lilly immediately leaps onto the afghan and settles down to take a cat bath.  One of her back legs goes straight up into the air as she begins to lick her nether regions.

"That's not very lady like," I remark. Then I ask, "Happy now?" while sitting back down into my chair. 

Once again, I stretch out my legs and cross my feet.  Reaching down to pick up the coffe pot and pour a little more coffee into the tin cup.  Then I pick up the cigar, and give a couple of quick puffs to get it going again.  I take a long drag.

Miss Lilly finally settles down, lets out a big yawn and I say to her, "I swear, one of these times you're gonna turn your head inside out."

She just glances at me, curls up on her afghan and then shuts her eyes.  I lean back, close my eyes and listen to the sounds of nature and the crackling fire while I savor my coffee and cigar.  Feeling quite comfortable I say, "Miss Lilly... we'll unload the truck tomorrow."




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« #187 : September 04, 2018, 04:31:31 PM »



My eyes pop open and I look about.  I had dozed off a little, and my cup had dropped to the ground.  I looked at Miss Lilly and noticed her staring out across the lake.  Her ears twitched the way cat's ears do when they are picking up a sound.

I reached down and picked up my cigar, brushed off the dirt and re-lit it.  That's when I heard it.  A peculiar sound... like a voice on the wind...  raising in pitch, then lowering.  I was sure there were words, but they were difficult to make out.

Miss Lilly shifted her position on the afghan, sitting up now to listen.  It sounded as though the voice was getting closer... then I heard the rhythm of the voice... it was singing. 

"Heigh-ho, heigh-ho"

I know that voice.  I know I know that voice, but I can't remember who it is.

"Heigh-ho, heigh-ho".  It is getting louder.  Not as loud as shouting, but loud enough to hear.

Miss Lilly is staring.  She has pin pointed the sound, much better than I could do.  She shifts again, her right ear turning my way as I move in the chair, taking another puff on the cigar.

"Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, across the lake we go.  We like to laugh when we're on our raft. Heigh-ho, heigh-ho."

I can see them now.  Seven small figures in the moonlight,  on what looks like a raft of logs lashed together.  The singing stops as they float across, heading towards the Bee Hive.  Two of the figures are using what appears to be canoe paddles.

The raft pulls up to the shore line, and two of the small figures hop out, moving about as they secure the raft.  The rest of the figures disembark one by one.  They form a single line as they head up the walk to the Bee Hive.

"I know those folk, Miss Lilly." I whisper to the cat, who is now licking one of her front paws.  I take another puff on the cigar and using the long stick I found, I poke the embers of the fire, which has died down to a low glow.  Pushing the ashes and hot coals closer together, a small flame jumps to life.  I toss on a couple of small pieces of wood and watch as the small flame catches the dry kindling... the fire begins to grow.





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« #188 : January 07, 2020, 01:48:21 PM »

Percy the Pelican was honking for his morning food. 
“Percy, go away, It’s far too early!”  I hid my head under my pillow but he wasn’t going to give up easily.

The pelican flew down onto the deck of my boathouse and began to pitta patter up and down banging on the patio type doors to my bedroom.
“Damn bird!” I muttered and flung off my bedclothes.

I pulled on some tracky bottoms and headed to the bathroom.
Percy was still there watching me when I returned.

I opened the door for him and headed to the breakfast bar in my kitchen. He waddled in leisurely, smugly silent for now.
I filled up my kettle, switched it on and opened a tin of tuna for my self-invited guest.

I tipped it onto a flat dish, placed it on the counter and walked out to my stand-alone post box outside my houseboat.

There was an envelope addressed to me.  It was intriguing as I had received a similar one once before. 
It was exactly what I had hoped.

I returned to my kitchen to see that Percy was already hopped on the top, feeding.
I poured myself a coffee and opened the envelope.

It was an invite, telling me the date and time of a unique masked party at The Ice House.  That the dress was formal and I had to wear a mask to hide my identity. Also contained in the envelope, was a reference number I was to tie onto my left wrist.
On arrival at the reception area situated in the garden of the AB&G, I was to locate and find my partner for the evening. My partner could be identified as he or she would also have the same reference number as I attached to their left wrist.
Once paired, the couple were then to make their way along the driveway to the location of the party – The Ice House.
All guests would be masked and no one was to be identified. Any enquiries to do so would result in the invite being rescinded to this and any other future events.

The number I had been given was 3 numbers and written in fancy writing on blue card. It had navy blue silk ribbons on each end for attaching round my wrist. The number made me smile.

“Well Percy, this should be interesting. I can’t wait to experience such an intriguing evening.”


Her kisses left something to be desired ... mmm ... the rest of her.
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